Selected Paintings

Why so different?
Many events, gusts of emotions find their way to transcendence on canvas. Some come together in large series, while others are perfectly comfortable on their own.

All works of Art have living souls and stories to tell.

Crow, Oil on canvas, 100*100 cm, 2018
The seeming freedom that a crow enjoys is enviable for quite a few. It lives its life among us in between the citylights, golden horizons and vast lands, but finds itself sitting on a dead tree’s dry branch.
Cityscape, Oil on canvas, 100*100 cm, 2016
Even a little glance out of the studio window may overfill the author with joy, with colors, with anticipation, with stories, with lives, with purpose, with serenity, with love. This painting is of an impressionistic kind as it depicts an impressionist abstraction of what he sees there at dusk.
NEIN, Oil on canvas, 100*100 cm, 2016
NEIN is in bold, capital letters. NEIN is said with the ultimate, assertive power – almost a scream, yet retaining the decisiveness, energy and tension of the word spoken. NEIN is what the author says to violence, war, hatred, corruption.

This is today’s reality, where this painting fits, but what about the past in a personally historical context?

Kirill realized that NEIN may be viewed from a different perspective about a year after the painting was finished. This painting actually may have taken twenty years to mature in the author’s mind before it materialized. About twenty years ago, Kirill was a schoolboy at the Hermann Ehlers Gymnasium in Berlin, Germany. Once he invited this beautiful, tall, blonde girl to a date at the movies and she surprised him with a much more responsible, deep and broad set of views than he expected. Now that was impressive to the point that even twenty years did not let him forget that “everybody our age,” she said in seventh grade, “are mere yes-sayers of whom you can expect less than dirt in terms of their socio-political involvement and independent consciousness.”

Supernova, Oil on canvas, 60*90 cm, 2016
There are days, when the artist arrives at his studio and just busts whatever, lets the brush glide at its own will, goes with the flow. That was one of those days of quick, vivid bold strokes and colors, graphic shapes and a satisfying appearance that was not at all foreseen. The birth of a new allseeing mighty star 🙂
Budapest Dragon aka Paramianna, oil on canvas, 40*30 cm, 2015
Paramianna – the Budapest Dragon is a comodo dragon that shows a few more colors than her brethren…

That subtle Mona Lisa smile may have provoked Kirill to see a bit more than just the shades of grey, which most people see in the heir of dinosaurs. But kept confined within a cage for a lifetime is this dragon’s destiny to serve the human curiosity, to serve the entertainment needs. The author is no different from those that put the animal into this cage as he exploits the dragon’s situation and could now boast that he “sees the true colors that make up the personality of this being – what a shame that it is caged.”

Yet, what you see in this picture is a mere reflection of your own self in a rippled pond at windy dawn. Stop! Does the author compare you – a human being – the diadem of god’s creation to a lizard – a mere coldblooded, primitive reptile?

More than that – he sees it as a compliment.

Rain, oil on canvas, 30*40 cm, 2015
A painting of light refracting in rain on a sunny day.
Cap a.k.a. Fuckin Waste on the Kitchen Table, Oil on canvas, 40*60 cm, 2015
“F**k!!! Now I gotta clean this sh*t up! F**k! No… What? Yea… Yes. Yeah! F**k yeah!!!” – that was the internal monologue of the author, who accidentally dropped a bunch of waste – half-dry, sticky paint from after cleaning his palette – onto the kitchen table and then suddenly realized that this was the moment of birth for his next painting. The Cap was part of the trash and lent its name to the whole masterpiece. Slowly, all this shit got applied to a nice, fresh canvas – chunks of dried up crap cut with a knife from the palette created a nice, thick texture, the cap got stuck in one of these piles – perfect! The moment was ripe for Kirill to use up all the acrylics that he didn’t like to paint his name in Japanese and a bunch of penises. Fun, fun, fun!!!

Maslow Pyramids, Oil on canvas, 70*90 cm, 2015
That’s what happened, when the author was seeking a higher level satisfaction, whereas his colleagues in the former life were seeking monetary rewards just to keep on going in this world. It didn’t really work out, when motivations were not aligned, the needs were too different. The Maslow pyramids clashed and created ripples in a pond but endless. Basic, primitive needs are insatiable for some humans – like drug addiction. I was out for transcendence.
Wenn Wolken wie Flüße die Täler Einfüllen, Oil on canvas, 55*45 cm, 2014
Life changing events are unforgettable. In January 2014, as Kirill was fully immersed in the Revolution of Dignity in Ukraine, he woke up one day feeling that he needed to paint. It was an intensely overwhelming feeling that just stayed. Luckily (thanks to the foresight of his daughter’s Godfather) he had a canvas, a tripod, decent oil paint and a few brushes laying around for a few years and was able to dive right into creating his first ever oil on canvas painting.

This is the result. It depicts beautiful Austrian Alps, the Leogang Steinberge with its highest peak – the Birnhorn, and the town of Leogang is covered in fog, which flows like a wide, slow river. An idyllic view of a magnificent place, which is of significance to the author not just for its visual appeal, but also because he is an avid skier and 270+ km of slopes in the Saalbach-Hinterglemm-Leogang-Fieberbrunn area are a majestic delight.

Still, the importance of this artwork emerges from the many coincidences that led to its creation, the purpose that it served as the wedding present to the author’s cousin and the passion for painting that it helped ignite.

Grey, Oil on canvas, 80*90 cm, 2015
It is a wall that you sometimes see and sometimes you don’t depending on light. With flat, soft lighting you’ll just see a grey canvas, yet when hard light breaks at an angle you notice a pattern of a brick wall. Like a psychological barrier – it may be evident sometimes in the right conditions and unnoticeable in others. Grey underlines the importance of realizing the existence of barriers even, when they are unseen, which is the initial step to overcoming them.
Tree, Oil on canvas, 90*60 cm, 2015
“If I was a ghost, I would relax, lay down right under a tree, my legs crossed, my hands behind my head and let the world spin around me. I’d be looking up into the sky and this is what I would see – a tree spinning around.” – says Kirill about this painting.

Sunrise, Oil on canvas, 60*90 cm, 2015
Sunrise painting