My watercolor city began with hazy memories, different colors and waters driving my imagination and creativity. As a result, my memory became a secret forever.
—Viktoria Prischedko
As the sun passed through the tulle, it seemed that everything became more hazy. The branches of light have obscured the traces of time, obscuring the wanderings of the city. The shadow of YiYiqian in the distance quietly faded, the rain fell, the umbrella opened, and the wind and rain were picturesque. Through the light wind and drizzle, she drifted closer, opening up the seemingly innocent memories in different cities...
<h1>Hazy away after</h1>
Misty with smoke and rain, the landscape of the city is not always so pure, because it is mixed with neon colors. The hazy situation could not be seen through and could not be seen really, but it made her awaken her own feelings in the midst of it. She is a watercolor artist from Ukraine, Viktoria Prischedko, who graduated from the Faculty of Architecture and Painting of the Ukrainian Institute of Visual Arts. After graduating, she moved to Germany and has held several solo art exhibitions on the theme of watercolor cities. Over the years of artistic practice, Victoria has won more than ten important international watercolor art awards, including the 2000 Southwest German Watercolor Painting Award, the 18th Auckange International Watercolor Painting Award in France in 2008, the Best Audience Award at the Fonte Flory Art Salon in 2011, the Watercolor Painting Award at the 2013 Lyon Winter Art Salon, and so on.
"Some of the techniques of watercolor painting are unpredictable, and you need to give it absolute autonomy to assist us in doing that part of the work. You can't try to control every detail, because that would stifle the spontaneity and freshness of the watercolor painting. What I love is this endless, unexpectedly interesting experiment. ”
Victoria can always handle the composition and depth of the picture with ease, seemingly doing whatever she wants, but constantly strengthening the inner rhythm of the picture. She pays attention to the artistic beauty of her works, and chooses bold and vivid colors in a relaxed and direct way, using a unique blending technique to express the unpredictable and rapid changes in the city. The pale water color is far from realism, but depicts the sunset from the depths of memory, the drizzle and the dreams and colors of each city.
Viktoria Prischedko
<h1>Before walking and forgetting</h1>
Born in the city, she loves the fluorescent lamp in the dark, and warms the heart of the fingertips. The enigmatic city awakened the restraint in her heart, and the smoke and rain swept through the hurried crowd. The clear after the rain washed out a heart city, and the travelers under the sun greedily breathed in the long-lost breath and looked forward to the beauty after dawn.
In the hazy world, it seems that there is never anything to hide. She is a traveler and a returner. Through the sea of people, through the lonely alley, she did not stop, only responded with a seemingly innocent chuckle to unload the care that had befallen her.
She always put on her white headphones in such seasons, walked through the crowded streets, crossed the shallow water stains, and felt the blurry but fresh scenery. She paced and wandered, telling the old buildings about the mood of the city. A walk, a heart talk, she left her back to the amnesiacs behind her, hoping that they would also find their own state of mind.
And the lost people will always chase the light and shadow of nothingness, and feel the ephemeral elegance after the sorrow. The heart dances with the wind, looks through the summer shadow, the city that wakes up again listens to the sound of the cycle, caresses the wrinkled, winding streets and alleys, and once again forgets the walking crowd...
<h1>Chase in the mood</h1>
She has always believed that there is a kind of shock in this world, not on the road, but in the heart, removing the quiet beauty of the haze and using the brush of style to dip the ink lightly and paint a hazy beauty. Stopping to read it, it seems to be the first and final impression of the distant city.
The water marks are faint, and countless pairs of eyes look at the distant scenery through the gorgeous appearance, but who can see the open mood after this hazy? This dreamlike feeling, both true and false, became the purest picture in her memory, and when unfolded, it was sure to emit a faint fragrance. Everything around me is given a poetic meaning, it seems that the sky shakes the green in the blue with the wind, and the ground helps people to immerse themselves in the style. Perhaps, it is this hazy mood that covers all unclear thoughts, allowing her to strip away her fantasies, render spiritual memories in a clear posture, and then paint stillness and stay in a praiseworthy beauty.
There is a kind of hazy, it is best not to become clear; there is a kind of memory, it is best to be casual. Start your dream life with a paintbrush, the charm of watercolor has long passed the time, and the coloring and blending of the side is Victoria's rare understanding and love of the world.
Rain, falling to the ground. She, holding up her umbrella, moved forward. Untie the shackles and shackles, and continue to chase the obscurity of the distance.
Eye Edge Art Chronicles Chapter 692 Is an Artistic Gift dedicated to life.
Text Writing: Eye Edge Art Zhi
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