Artist Andrianov Andrey paintings gallery. The undeniable advantages of socialism

An ironic look at the world... If you want to think, be sad, smile, then meet the artist Andrianov Andrey Yurievich

Andrianov Andrey. La batalla de los cancilleres de hierro

And his look, ironic, from under his eyelids.
And this thin line at the mouth -
irony distinguishing feature.

I like an ironic person.
He is, in essence, a heroic person.
I like his ironic look
at things that, excuse me, make you angry.

And you can imagine him wearing pince-nez,
leafing through the day after tomorrow calendar.
And one can imagine in his letter
some old thing - sir.

But it would be in vain if he introduces himself to you as a jester.
Irony - it serves as a shield for him.
And you can imagine how this shield
staggers under blows and cracks.

And yet, through this tragic age
he passes, an ironic man.
And you can imagine him with a sword,
swinging over his weak shoulder.

But the point is not how sharp his sword is,
and how he goes to the fire with a smile
and how before that he says: - Yes,
It's a hot day - isn't it, gentlemen!

When the last candle burns out,
and the flame of heaven is still barely purple,
embarrassed - I'm dying - he says,
as if he was apologizing - guilty.

And one can imagine the humble face,
and one can imagine the enormous growth,
but he leaves, just as simple and great,
how great and simple he was just a moment before.

And he leaves - there is no one to reproach, -
as if he left the room to smoke,
went outside to get some air
and asks not to make any trouble, not to see him off

(Yu. Levitansky)

And a certain Fernando, at the whim of the artist, then leaves and then comes, leaving us either fruit or tears of rain on the glass?

Andrianov Andrey. Pessimism. Fernando left

Andrianov Andrey. Optimism (Waiting for Fernando)

Andrianov Andrey. Parcel from Fernando

Andrianov Andrey. Fernando, are you back?

How do you like this kind of funny erotica?

Andrianov Andrey. Samets
Andrianov Andrey. Grushenka

In a man, intelligence is a decisive value
and strength - so that it plays and boils,
and in a woman we are captivated by soulfulness
and many other body parts.

I. Guberman

Andrianov Andrey. Grunya, Grunechka, Grungilda

Andrianov Andrey. Autumn increase amid worsening economic crisis in Western Europe

Before you have time to smile, you are returned to modern turbulent events...

Andrianov Andrey. Mom, mommy! Save and save!

I've been wanting to say this for a long time, finally
I hope I don’t break my oath with this, -
He knew how to give objects a living soul,
Not only our Creator and Father,
But the one who carries his brush is the Artist and Creator!

Ruby Tuesday

Artist Andrianov Andrey. Guarantor of Independence

I wanted to buy a jar of stew,
But, holding out her hand, she stopped short, -
The pig looked at the powder...
This Kyiv government is fed up with it!

Over the summer, half of Donbass was bombed,
And there are countless refugees in Rostov...
Let that pig be eaten for meat,
So that she couldn’t grunt in English!!!

Ruby Tuesday
But suddenly, among the golden humor and ringing confusion of the objects surrounding us, “Somewhere in a field near Magadan” appears - an “uncomfortable” prickly work

Alexander Malov Somewhere in a field near Magadan Somewhere in a field near Magadan
In the midst of dangers and troubles,
In the vapors of frozen fog
They followed the sledges.

From the soldiers, from their tinned throats,
From the bandits of a gang of thieves
Here they saved only about
Yes, outfits go to the city for flour.

So they walked in their pea coats -
Two unhappy Russian old men,
Remembering the native huts
And yearning for them from afar.

Their whole soul burned out
Far from loved ones and relatives,
And the fatigue that has hunched over the body,
That night consumed their souls,

Life above them in the images of nature
The series moved in its own way.
Only stars, symbols of freedom,
They didn't look at people anymore.

Wonderful mystery of the universe
Went to the theater of northern luminaries,
But its fire is penetrating
It no longer reached people.

A blizzard whistled around the people,
Sweeping frozen stumps.
And at them, without looking at each other,
Freezing, the old men sat down.

The horses stopped, the work was over,
Mortals have finished their work...
Sweet slumber embraced them,
She took me to a distant land, sobbing.

The guards will no longer catch up with them,
The camp convoy will not overtake,
Only some constellations of Magadan
They will sparkle, standing above your head.

Nikolai Zabolotsky. 1956

This memory came out silently and sternly - in the snow and the eternity of frozen stars: stop and look - it was like that! And this can still be the case if we live resignedly and unluckily, forgetting what it means to defend our point of view in this world, what it means to go against our conscience, that is, against ourselves. To freeze under the silent distant stars is a refusal to obey a huge, stupid and terrible mechanism. To freeze in a field, and then shine as a star, means choosing your path and walking along it, and not being afraid of it.

And then suddenly a series of paintings about three heroes...

Andrianov Andrey. Three heroes in the South

Andrianov Andrey. Three heroes in the North

Andrianov Andrey. Three heroes in the West

Andrianov Andrey. Three heroes

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich was born in Albania, the city of Tirana. He received his education at the Moscow Architectural Institute and at the All-Union Academy foreign trade. Wandered around India and Nepal.
Currently he lives in a remote village near Moscow, experiencing the delights of the “idiocy of village life.”
Works are in private collections in Estonia, USA, Germany, Switzerland, India, Israel, Ukraine and Russia.
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Andrianov Andrey. Knight Sad Image. Self-portrait

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Andrianov Andrey. Young lady holding a grudge

Andrianov Andrey. Battle of Arnir

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Andrianov Andrey. Didn't have a good day

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Andrianov Andrey. Cool

Andrianov Andrey. Best vacation- to Capri!

Andrianov Andrey. Undeniable advantages socialism

Andrianov Andrey. A fish swam to me and asked...

Andrianov Andrey. Provencal

Andrianov Andrey. Parting

Andrianov Andrey. Russian cross

Andrianov Andrey. Glory to October!

Andrianov Andrey. Uchkuduk

Andrianov Andrey. King Arthur (Arthur Uterovich Pendragon and Lady Guinevere Lodengransovna)

"Arthur is the son of the King of Britain, Uther Pendragon. Uther was inflamed with love for the beautiful Igraine, the wife of the old Duke of Tintagel Castle. To spend the night with her, the king asked the wizard Merlin to give him the appearance of the Duke of Tintagel...."
Pendragons were treacherous...

Andrianov Andrey. Anna Karenina

Andrianov Andrey. Mother-of-Pearl

Andrianov Andrey. Polyphony

And there is a celebration
In his forests, in his ears of corn.
I can always hear it
Polyphony...

Yu. Vizbor

Andrianov Andrey. Golden autumn Akimovna

Andrianov Andrey. Youth is an illusion (seven kopecks are short)

Andrianov Andrey. Business trip

Will you allow me?!..
- Well, yes…
- “Bon appétit”!..
- I didn’t understand about the “bon”, but I understand about the appetite...
- Do you even mind traveling with a travel companion?!..
- No, don’t think, on the contrary – it’s nice...

Are you going far?!..
- This one, in Barnaul...
They sent, you know, a male on a business trip!..
- I bow to the management that this is not an aul,
This is where you really need to show skill!..

It’s clear... Eat... The conductor has tea...
- Thank you, I’ve already been drinking... Always, before the road...
- Even if there are no pickles, help your neighbor...
- So we’re already accustomed to a miserable meal...

Fresh eggs, boiled as needed...
- I'm sorry, it's an egg, not a testicle!..
- You know, I always said that...
- It sounds tempting, but still indecent...

I have no wisdom... An ordinary engineer...
I am not at all ashamed of my nationality...
- And I, without these, well, refined manners,
But in the new society I express myself decently...

Well, yes, you are disingenuous, you hide your face,
Business travelers have a two-faced nature...
- I’ll try, perhaps, an egg,
I haven’t taken care of my appearance or figure for a long time...

So you are not married, well, that is, not married?!..
- Work, you know, I’m running around a lot!..
- And I “went” once... I was, so to speak, a youth,
So I tried...
- I crushed your leg!..

But no, then little things... And I will step on you,
So that they don’t quarrel!.. So we’ll be even!..
- I have a jar of sprat, so I’ll give it to you...
A “little white” check!.. But it’s, as it seems, “kviti”!..

Flowers, buttercups... I'm two fingers... stop!..
And you, however, have the skill!..
- In the “reserved seat”, you know, it’s definitely a sport to pour it out for everyone...
- Why should we raise a toast?!..
- So for the business trip!..
kotisiy

Andrianov Andrey. Desperados (DESPERAD)

Born in Albania, the city of Tirana. He received his education at the Moscow Architectural Institute and at the All-Union Academy of Foreign Trade. Wandered around India and Nepal.
Currently he lives in a remote village near Moscow, experiencing the delights of the “idiocy of village life.”
Works are in private collections in Estonia, USA, Germany, Switzerland, India, Israel, Ukraine and Russia.

The works of A. Andrianov are an amazing ease of rejection of the usual view of the environment: a sly fox-like withdrawal from reality. One thinks: the artist is being weird, playing pranks, being mischievous, but no! It provides all of us with the opportunity to make sure that the world is not so poor and bad, and we can look at the world easily and ironically. So take a look!
Why, for example, can't coffee pots fight or hug? And a certain Fernando, at the whim of the artist, then leaves and then comes, leaving us either fruit or tears of rain on the glass?
But suddenly, among the golden laughter and ringing confusion of the objects surrounding us,
"Somewhere in a field near Magadan" appears - an "inconvenient" prickly work.
This memory came out silently and sternly - in the snow and the eternity of frozen stars: stop and look - it was like that! And this can still be the case if we live resignedly and unluckily, forgetting what it means to defend our point of view in this world, what it means to go against our conscience, that is, against ourselves. To freeze under the silent distant stars is a refusal to obey a huge, stupid and terrible mechanism. To freeze in a field, and then shine as a star, means choosing your path and walking along it, and not being afraid of it.
And, if you want to think, be sad, smile, then please meet me, it won’t be boring. And... You can't go wrong!
E. Vinogradova

What was the yard like? He was a pipe
It was a tunnel to those lands
Where I was and I was driven by fate,
Where did my life go?
Where through the attic window
In the moonlight, trembling all over,
A cat looked into my eyes,
Like the spirit of the seventh floor.

N. Zabolotsky
1928

Somewhere in a field near Magadan,
In the midst of dangers and troubles,
In the vapors of frozen fog
They followed the sledges.

From the soldiers, from their tinned throats,
From the bandits of a gang of thieves
Here they saved only about
Yes, outfits go to the city for flour.

So they walked in their pea coats -
Two unhappy Russian old men,
Remembering the native huts
And yearning for them from afar.

Their whole soul burned out
Far from loved ones and relatives,
And the fatigue that has hunched over the body,
That night consumed their souls.

Life above them in the images of nature
The series moved in its own way.
Only stars, symbols of freedom,
They didn't look at people anymore.

Wonderful mystery of the universe
Went to the theater of northern luminaries,
But its fire is penetrating
It no longer reached people.

A blizzard whistled around the people,
Sweeping frozen stumps.
And at them, without looking at each other,
Freezing, the old men sat down.

The horses stopped, the work was over,
Mortals have finished their work:
Sweet slumber embraced them,
She took me to a distant land, sobbing.

The guards will no longer catch up with them,
The camp convoy will not overtake,
Only some constellations of Magadan
They will sparkle, standing above your head.

N. Zabolotsky

The true story of Comrade's feat. Kaplan.

From cozy destinies, in autumn and summer,
People go into the distance for an unearthly light.
Silently from the song, angering caution,
By autumn leaves and off-road,
Paying equal attention to people and rocks,
Falling and rising again.

The silver-eyed evening hides the stars in the wind,
The long journey is difficult on this chilly evening.
To those who are tired, to those who are chilled,
The door is wide open, light is shining in the windows.
Warm walls beckon from afar,
Find the peace you desire.

But they walk stubbornly but pass by,
Behind the alluringly strange and unattainable.
Who will hold them, what will stop them,
There is no such hope, there is no such word.
And strange sparks will not go out
In their eyes, prophetically pure.

B. Barkas

Andrianov Andrey. Optimism (Waiting for Fernando), cardboard/acrylic 50 cm x 40 cm, 2012

Lives in Russia wonderful artist Andrey Yurievich Andrianov. Who paints unusual, soulful paintings. Including about food.

You can look at them for a long time, unexpectedly finding new connections between objects and characters, and rejoicing at this sudden insight. Especially if you didn’t think to read the title at first...))

And, sometimes, you can simply admire the beauty and transparency of water in a glass vessel. Or shiny skin (which you just want to grab and eat). Or the dazzling brightness of white and yellow fried eggs on a smoky, rusty frying pan with dented edges, standing on an old Primus stove! Tasty, tangible, it feels like you are inside the painting, standing right there, next to the artist. With a fork. Or, with your hand trembling with impatience, you reach for that sausage. And next to it is a neat knife for your little hand.

Still lifes with delicious food

Have fun. How to buy paintings - see at the end.

Eighth March

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Eighth of March. MDF/acrylic, 60 cm x 50 cm, 2011

I wonder if this is a breakfast for your beloved (in honor of March 8th) or for yourself in anticipation of your beloved? Or should she get sausage from circles, and for herself scrambled eggs and bread?)))

Ischnitsa and sausage

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Ishnitsa and sausage, MDF/acrylic, 50 cm x 50 cm, 2013

In a time of severe trials, Russia cannot be understood mentally

This picture of a traditional Russian bountiful table could decorate any Soviet cookbook or other book about tasty and healthy food. And many generations of the family where such a cookbook is kept would return many times to the page with this illustration, remembering it for the rest of their lives as a standard for a home holiday table.

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. In times of need ordeals You can’t understand Russia with your mind. Primed paper/acrylic, 60 cm x 76 cm, 2015.

With what love the food is depicted here! The sharp-nosed sterlet, sliced with lemon, froze in some kind of gloomy bow (or in an attempt to swim away? Do you see the open fins-wings?) in front of the ruddy, wary little snout. Caviar: black - on a small saucer, and red - in a large wooden tub.

In a squat enamel pot - hot, which has just been seasoned with sour cream. With a generous hand. Ladle. This borscht can feed 15 people! Next to it is sour cream (or cream?) in a jar, it’s so rich it’s worth a spoonful!

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich, “Provencal”, canvas/acrylic 50 cm x 60 cm 2012

Outside the window of the hut there is winter, frost (after all, this is the only way it should be in the present New Year!) The hostess is cutting the salad. And the owner, who has already opened a can of peas with a can opener (he tried so hard, he crushed it!) and a can of cucumbers, is watching the order with the shot glass and the cigarette. And in that three-liter jar there is a cocktail straw - everything for you, dear! And, for sure, the hostess gives him the salad trimmings. Which remain not because it is an edge or an uneven piece of sausage or egg (and you cannot put it in a salad). I think she deliberately chooses pieces for him that seem to be trimmings. Because I want to please my loved one and feed him.

(judging by the image of the sausage in the pictures with Olivier and scrambled eggs, the owner respects the Doctor's in a natural casing).

For everyone who hasn't eaten fish soup this summer yet

But the cheerful delicious one summer picture about a fishing holiday with fish soup.

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. For everyone who hasn't eaten fish soup this summer. Canvas/acrylic, 40 cm x 50 cm, 2013

The soup pot is full of fish. It came out rich, the fisherman on the left has fat dripping from the spoon onto the bread. They say that real fish soup is cooked with the addition of vodka. There's a stack here. And the large shapes of the eaters seem to enhance the deliciousness and attractiveness of this fish soup. People with such hands (and other parts of the body) will probably eat only the most nourishing, high-quality and tasty things. And they won’t let you die of hunger! The lady pouring the soup into bowls tries to be very attractive even in nature - those scarlet nails in flip-flops, her protruding finger and cleavage! And next to them are large, cheerful, solid, short men. Idyll.

What do you think of redfin fish flying over the river? Maybe these are the souls of those in the hot broth?

Catering (memories of the work canteen)

Here's another borsch - now in a large saucepan with an iron ladle, which stands on a shabby stool in the work canteen.

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Catering (memories of the work canteen). Paper/acrylic, 60 cm x 50 cm, 2012

Delicious, hot, with a head of garlic (where would we be without it... Remember how garlic was squeezed into a plate or rubbed on dried bread?).

Memories of Soviet public catering continue in the picture with dumplings on the table in the dumpling shop on Herzen Street.

No one was embarrassed by the price in the dumpling shop on Herzen Street

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. No one was embarrassed by the price in the dumpling shop on Herzen Street. Paper/acrylic, 50 cm x 50 cm, 2012

Lots and lots of dumplings (18 pieces?) on a plate with mustard. The nineteenth dumpling is already on the fork and an invisible hand is carrying it into the eater’s mouth! And he, hungry and cold, is so intoxicated by the heat of the dumpling shop, the smells of food, the steam from a hot plate, that the catering windows slide open before his eyes. There is only a plate and a hot dumpling, which he will now eat!

Optimism (Waiting for Fernando)

But the owner is waiting for guests.

Andrianov Andrey. Optimism (Waiting for Fernando), cardboard/acrylic, 50 cm x 40 cm, 2012.

Everything is clean and tidy at home. On the table there are the best dishes with wonderful food: herring and boiled potatoes, sprinkled with dill and rings onions. Slices of bread stand in a plate evenly and solemnly. Nearby is a bottle of something hot and strong that will be so pleasant to drink with this excellent snack. There is pepper and salt in traditional ceramic salt shakers. The guest was even given a fork and knife, which apparently emphasizes the degree of respect the hosts have for him. And the owner himself is in a suit and white shirt. Smart. But eating, apparently, will be done with your hands)) No wonder the plates are on large pink napkins. They will come in handy.

Rechflot

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. River fleet. Primed cardboard/acrylic, 40 cm x 50 cm, 2012.

This tureen floats like a ship on a white napkin with a blue border against the backdrop of flying seagulls (apparently seagulls are not interested in pasta). But I would eat it. Appetizing.

Judith near Moscow

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Judith near Moscow. Canvas/acrylic, 50 cm x 40 cm, 2013

I don’t know whether this Judith is a cook or a meat cutter, but she’s so charming and fighting! "TO beautiful in appearance and very attractive in appearance.” Her Holofernes is just not curly, with an earring in his ear)) but he is also happy with his fate.

Knight of the Sad Countenance. Self-portrait

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Knight of the Sad Countenance. Self-portrait. Cardboard/acrylic, 50 cm x 40 cm, 2012

A full pan of potatoes, a bowl of clean water, where the peeled tubers will be placed. Everything is strong, beautiful, clean. Who put this order in the kitchen?

Ancient recipe

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Ancient recipe, canvas/acrylic, 50 cm x 40 cm, 2013.

Looking at this cook in an old apron, I remember soviet postcards With Dutch painting. The heroine seemed to combine two heroines of Jan Wermmer: the Cook and the Girl Reading a Letter from open window. Tender, with beautiful face, luxurious hair. And he knows how to cook (judging by the already closed jam).

But what's in that old recipe? How to prepare dumplings? Or some kind of mince and garlic pie?

Battle of G'Arnir

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Battle of G'Arnir, canvas/acrylic 50cm x 70cm 2012

Something very tasty, soaked in chicken juices, is sewn into these swordsmen fighting with a bow. And the side dish is good - potatoes with onion rings and, probably, stewed beans (or mushrooms?).

Satsivi for Fernando

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Satsivi for Fernando. Canvas/acrylic, 50 cm x 60 cm, 2012

This is not a painting, this is whole recipe. A large, raw chicken that will soon (as soon as it's cooked) be doused in a garlicky nut sauce. It will turn out satsivi. For dear Colombian guest Fernando (I don’t know if this is a real person or fictional character. But for him, obviously, all the best. However, like the fruits given to the artist by him, they are the most ripe, juicy and aromatic).

Parcel from Fernando

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. A parcel from Fernando. Cardboard/acrylic, 40 cm x 40 cm, 2012

Colombian fruits

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Colombian fruits. Primed paper/acrylic, 50 cm x 50 cm, 2014.

Other still lifes with fruit

Notice how in some paintings objects extend beyond their edges (the painting shows a painting standing on a stretcher, and fruit or a knife extend beyond its borders).

Some still lifes feature bitten apples or pears, and from the title of some works one can guess what is happening in the life of the artist or the characters about whom he paints. Fruits and other objects in Andrei Andrianov’s still lifes are not just inanimate nature, but heroes, characters paintings, with their own history, games and intrigues.

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. The Lady's Midnight Visit, Panel/acrylic, 52 cm x 38 cm, 2012.
Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Lemons, MDF/acrylic, 47cm x 51cm, 2014
Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Revisit of the Lady. Canvas/acrylic, 60 cm x 50 cm, 2012

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Tangerines and lemons. Primed paper/oil pastel, acrylic, 45 cm x 60 cm, 2014.
Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Afternoon nap. Primed cardboard/acrylic, 50 cm x 40 cm, 2011.
Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Lemongrass. Paper/acrylic, 50 cm x 40 cm, 2010

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Tangerines, canvas/acrylic, 30 cm x 40 cm, 2013 Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Formula 1 Oil on canvas, 40 cm x 65 cm, 2012
Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. His Majesty Augustus. Canvas/acrylic, 50 cm x 65 cm, 2012

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Apples and lemons. MDF/acrylic, 35 cm x 45 cm, 2011
Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Dichka. Prepared paper/acrylic, 37 cm x 25 cm, 2011.
Andrey Yurievich Andrianov. Apples and phlox. Cardboard/acrylic, 50 cm x 40 cm, 2011

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Apples from China. Cardboard/acrylic, 32 cm x 42 cm, 2009
Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Apples. Primed cardboard/acrylic, 49 cm x 39 cm, 2013. Andrey Yurievich Andrianov. Burnt out by the sun. Vinyl/acrylic, 50 cm x 50 cm, 2011

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Fruit basket. MDF/acrylic, 50 cm x 60 cm, 2013 Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Peaches and apricots. Panel/acrylic, 39 cm x 29 cm, 2016
Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Pear fruits. Vinyl/acrylic, 48 cm x 38 cm, 2011

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Dish with pears. Cardboard/acrylic, 30 cm x 30 cm, 2011 Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. 3D. Cardboard/acrylic, 68.5 cm x 48.5 cm, 2011 Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Grappa near Moscow. Cardboard/acrylic, 60 cm x 30 cm, 2010

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. A little red wine... Canvas/acrylic, 50 cm x 40 cm, 2011 Andrianov Andrey Yuryevich. Sweet persimmon. MDF/oil, 30 cm x 60 cm, 2010 Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Self-portrait with a sore leg. Oil on canvas, 65 cm x 50 cm, 2012

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich.. Fernando's watermelon dream. Canvas/acrylic, 35 cm x 50 cm, 2012
Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. For strawberry lovers. Canvas/acrylic, 40 cm x 50 cm, 2016
Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Farewell, panel/acrylic, 35 cm x 50 cm, 2012

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Small basket with currants. Paper/acrylic, 35 cm x 35 cm, 2010
Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Cherry soil. cardboard/acrylic, 30 cm x 40 cm, 2010
Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Raspberries and currants. Paper/acrylic, 32 cm x 22 cm, 2009

Still lifes with tea in glass holders

The artist also loves tea. In glasses with cup holders.

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Strong tea with lemon. Primed cardboard/acrylic, 45 cm x 35 cm, 2013 Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Green tea with jasmine primed cardboard/acrylic 50cm x 37cm 2013 Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Flight to Egypt. Paper/acrylic, mixed media, 50 cm x 74 cm, 2013

Still lifes with drinks

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Napoleon and Josephine. Primed cardboard/acrylic, 50 cm x 39 cm, 2013. Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Oktober Fest, primed paper/acrylic 56cm x 56cm 2014
Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Get ready for winter, brother! Canvas/acrylic, 50 cm x 60 cm, 2014

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. His name was Sidor,
MDF/acrylic, 50 cm x 60 cm, 2013

Still lifes with fish

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Fresh redfin fish., Primed cardboard/acrylic, 30 cm x 30 cm, 2013.
Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. International Women's Day. Primed paper/acrylic, 57 cm x 57 cm, 2014.
Andrey Yurievich Andrianov. Fresh fish. MDF/oil pastel, 41 cm x 50 cm, 2003
Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Tulka. Vinyl/acrylic, 50 cm x 50 cm, 2011 Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Still life with fish. MDF/oil pastel, 40 cm x 60 cm, 2005
Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Saira mountains smoked 124 rub. kg. Paper/acrylic 40 cm x 50 cm, 2010

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. Yesterday there were big ones, but in groups of five, and today they were small, but in groups of three... Canvas/acrylic, 50 cm x 60 cm, 2013.

This will be a day of sobriety

Andrianov Andrey Yurievich. This will be a day of sobriety, Canvas/acrylic, 50 cm x 50 cm, 2012.