Vyacheslav Esenkov is a graduate of Fine Arts School (Zheleznovodsk, Russia), one-year-student of the Russian Academy of Arts. From 1991 lives in Plovdiv, Bulgaria. The artist was involved in numerous painting “en plein air”, creative projects and fests in different parts of Bulgaria. His personal exhibitions were held in Sofia, Pazardzhik, Plovdiv, Haskovo. VyacheslavEsenkov is known not only as a painter or a graphic artist, but also as a sculptor, designers and above all – as tireless experimenter, equally good in working with wood, metal, synthetic materials, smalt, glass, ceramics and enamels.
Maria Shiryaeva is a graduate of the Moscow State University. She is a philologist, translator, columnist and culturologist. The painting for her is more, then just a hobby. This is an attempt to capture the mood of a twinkling moment and to convey its inhomogeneous structure as well as the transparent transience with the help of watercolors. Certainly that technique, excluded the possibility to amend and make changes, is the most felicitous for the defined purposes. And the wide field for color and textural improvisations enrich the palette of stayed lovely whiles.
right light and deep shadows, all shades of blue and green on the Naples yellow background. Water and reflections. And this is not only a figurative definition of the summer but also a nature of the watercolors. Particularly when the water and colors are depicting moments of one chronology beyond the exact time and space as well as outside of the boring chain of random events of reality. And no, the reality is not ignored. It is slightly transfigured. Beyond the frames of all these summer still images reside people who obtain a wide range of material things, who built or buy hoses, who get married or divorced, who use to seat at their door on summer evenings, hearing “the whispering of the pine-trees” or “lapping of the waters”, and who spend all their Sundays shopping or going for a walk to the nearest park. Or garden. All these houses in the pictures belong to somebody, they are built by someone, who lives there, who eats and sleeps and bring up his or her children. All these gardens and paradise nooks, and every single tree, every single bush, flower or fence, every fragment of the beach or forest belongs to somebody, it is sold or inherited, bring moments of joy or sorrow, cause a headache. Though all that human problems, all the things that people observe in their homes and gardens or associate with them, remain out of focus or rather is washed out with the water and colors. Because the art remains art so long as it maintains the most important features of a game, just based on the real events. Until it is both serious and funny, until it is playing not only with medieval allegories, but with forms and textures, contrasts and shades, light and shadows.