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artist Pavel Guliaev

"Only you"

"Only you"

oil on canvas, 70x70cm, 2019 People put on their own chastity belts, and they are constantly looking for keys to them, or eventually break them, break all the locks, and then re-fasten them with tape.

"Duchess"

"Duchess"

oil on canvas, 70x70cm, 2019 She creates the world that surrounds her. She attracts to itself that which sustains its existence. And the fact that She has drawn to itself what She has created forms itself. And already is unknown, that primary in her world, and that is secondary. But one thing is certain: she is the quintessence of everything, she is a Duchess, and without her all this, her whole little world will collapse into meaningless pieces.

"February"

"February"

oil on canvas, 70x70cm,20 19 February is the time of revolutions and the time of my birth. It is a time when the air freezes on the lips, when winter seems infinitely long. This is the time when it begins to seem that the world has always been and will be black and white, when any bright color destroys the harmony of gray, black and white . And at the same time, it is in February that we begin to live in the spring, not a single sign, which is not yet. But, this spring is born in the depths of u

"Fire-exit"

"Fire-exit"

oil on canvas, 70x70cm, 2019 Who knows what lies behind a human’s appearance? Could it be that behind that cold face, behind that distant exterior, there were passions and a fire that had been suppressed for the time being? And is worth only shell of, holding all of this although would in one place losing the tenacity, as the flames will find itself the exit and will escape resurfaced. And what it will lead to, no one knows.

"Motel"

"Motel"

oil on canvas, 70x70cm, 2019 The Motel is a place that waits for everyone at the end of a long day’s journey. This is the place where “today” ends and “tomorrow” begins. The Motel doors are portals from today to tomorrow. And it happens that in this place ends “ here “and begins “there”. And this “there” may be completely us, not expected. Leaving the Motel in the morning,we can find ourselves in a ompletely different world, not the one in which we were yesterday

"Shelter"

"Shelter"

70x70cm, oil on canvas, 2019 When there is cold and war, when each individual ceases to matter, when death is waiting for us at every step and we are surrounded by an icy dead desert, then and only then do we begin to realize the importance of each person who is next to us. It is at this time of cold and death that it is very important to find a shelter where one can warm oneself, if not with fire, then at least with human warmth and sympathy. A place where mortal oneliness leaves us.

"Judge"

"Judge"

oil on canvas, 100x100cm, 2019 Everything we do is written down in the diary of life. Nothing can be removed from this diary. It is impossible to rewrite unsuccessful lines. Every letter in this diary is the unvariable. And someday this diary will lie on the judge's desk. Can the judge be replaced?

"Love of knowledge"

"Love of knowledge"

oil on canvas, 100x100cm, 2019 We're reaching for new knowledge, like a butterfly reaching for fire. And it doesn't matter to us what kind of knowledge it will be. We just remember what we have forgotten a long time ago, and we are regaining what we have always had. As a crazy miser, pulling all sorts of crap home, we collect lost knowledge, hoping to find the truth.

"The unequal game"

"The unequal game"

oil on canvas, 70x70cm, 2019 In this game, the winner is already known before the beginning of the game. But the only one who will be defeated will be the one who will stop this game and surrender. The meaning of the game is only in the game itself, in the enjoyment of the game. And although in this game it is impossible to become a winner, but there is a possibility to be undefeated.

"The hall of eternal expectation"

"The hall of eternal expectation"

oil on canvas, 100x100cm, 2019 All doubts and anxieties here are irrelevant. We cannot miss the train. Everyone will get a ticket and a seat on the train, but no one knows where they are going. And the waiting time can last forever. But it's an eternal waiting room, and the time here doesn't matter either.

"The time has come"

"The time has come"

oil on canvas, 100x100cm, 2019 Time to throw rocks, time to collect rocks. The main thing is not to make a mistake in the queue. And you should always be ready for the next turn of time, so as not to get into trouble.

"Daughters of the moon"

"Daughters of the moon"

oil on canvas, 40x40cm, 2019 They were born on Earth. All their thoughts are only about earthly matters. They live in earthly cares. And nobody knows that at night they leave the Earth and rise to the Moon. Their father is the Moon. They are the daughters of the Moon and no one can hold them back.

"Сompulsion to humility"

"Сompulsion to humility"

oil on canvas, 30x30cm, 2019 The dark entity sits like a devil in a snuffbox on a spring that's compressed to the limit. Easiest awkward movement and the devil pops out, frightening everyone around. And no one can drive him back. And then comes the external force and forces this dark entity to humility. Until the rest of the devils jumped out of the snuffboxes. Also, we can not always cope with our own demons. And sometimes we need external help.

"The soul"

"The soul"

oil on canvas, 30x30cm, 2019 A soul like a bird sitting in our chest. If the soul is not given freedom at least sometimes, it can break the rib bars and break free on its own. And then no one can bring it back.

"Winter meetings"

"Winter meetings"

oil on canvas, 30x30cm, 2019 If cold and lonely doesn't leave you. If you are surrounded by emptiness and estrangement. Look around you and see if anyone is behind you. Someone you once met in the winter emptiness.

"Abandoned queen"

"Abandoned queen"

oil on canvas, 100x120cm, 2018 Pride does not al­low her to turn around. Pride separates her from everything that happens around. And would she be the queen if she asked for help? And if she took help from someone? Not! She is a true queen, lonely and alien to all.

"Conscious inaction"

"Conscious inaction"

oil on canvas, 100x120cm, 2018 Every our movement brings chaos in the ideal world order. With our thoughts and actions we help entropy. We unconsciously destroy the world around us. Human desires, thoughts and actions are intertwined with each other in the universe and crawl away like a cancer tumor. And only conscious inaction can somehow allow us to see the ideal order of this world, to allow at least a little to prolong its existence . ...

"Seekeroil"

"Seekeroil"

oil on canvas,100х120cm, 2018 Among the worlds, among the spaces we are looking for our place. We are looking for a place where we will be fine, a place where no one will dis­turb us. We seek, we knock on doors, we ask. But how rarely do they reveal to us, how rarely do they answer us! And very few people manage to find an unoccu­pied place. And we are all looking for , all wandering the restless ones unable to stop.

"Seafood"

"Seafood"

oil on canvas,100х120cm, 2018 We, as children, take from life all that we want and do not ask permission for this. We subordinate others and at the same time do not take responsibility. We do not give anything in return, we only take. All creatures on earth and sea can become our food. And no matter what will happen tomorrow. Today we want seafood delicacies .

"Connoisseurs of beauty"

"Connoisseurs of beauty"

oil on canvas,100х120cm, 2018 This world is beautiful and amazing. We live among flowers, birds and butterflies. We enjoy the sky and water, plants and animals. This is what we live. This is what we indulge. Light butterflies on the wall, how beautiful they are! And the hands themselves - are drawn to them and break off their wings. We cannot cope with our passion for beauty. ...

"Illusion of freedom"

"Illusion of freedom"

oil on canvas,100х100cm, 2018 We break all ties with this vain world. We throw all that loved and everyone who loved us. We renounce everything that keeps us on Earth. And now, we are free. We soar like birds in the sky. Noth­ing bothers us. ... And just by turning around, we notice that everything that we left is left with us. And it will never let us go. And all that we can afford is the illusion of freedom.

"Subordination"

"Subordination"

oil on canvas,100х120cm, 2018 People live by subjugating others and submitting to others. Strong subordinates the weak. The weak obey the strong. Physical bodies can be subjugated by physical abuse. But each subordinate carries the germ of his own submission.And only a person who does not seek to subjugate others can remain truly free. ...

"Priest"

"Priest"

oil on canvas,100x100cm, 2018 A slight rustle behind your back makes you turn around. No one. Strange voices behind the wall. Someone’s breath touched your cheek. Maybe it seemed to you. Not. You just do not notice the creatures that live near you, but in their own space. And you feel only hints of their existence. But this is a whole unknown world. And there are people who can communicate with this world. There are people who command some of its inhabitants. And these people call themselves pri

"Gifts of the day"

"Gifts of the day"

oil on canvas,100х120cm, 2018 Every new day brings us new gifts. And no one asks us whether we want to receive these gifts or not. But as it turned out, our whole life consists only of these daily gifts. We live in the hope that there will be more pleasant gifts than evil ones. Every day, someone in heaven, or maybe somewhere else prepares gifts to us. ...

"Temptation"

"Temptation"

oil on canvas,100х120cm, 2018 The rituals of seduc­tion are varied. And they have no rules. Absolutely meaningless strange actions can lead to completely un­expected results. And maybe the absurdity of the environ­ment and actions is the main rule of seduction. After all, it pulls us from a comfortable state and overturns all our well-established notions of temptation. And it takes us off our defense.

"Waiting for a thunderstorm"

"Waiting for a thunderstorm"

oil on canvas, 100x120cm, 2018 We are waiting for changes. We hope that the rain will wash away the dirt from our souls. We hope that the storm will disperse the demons, tormenting us. We hope that a thunderstorm will clarify our thoughts, free us from depressing wor­ries and from unnecessary self-blame. We are waiting for a thunderstorm, we call it, we hope so. But we are afraid of it. What will be left of us after the thunder­storm?

"Family idyl"

"Family idyl"

90x160, oil on canvas, 2017 Every family is happy in its own way. Everyone has the right to happiness. It does not depend on beauty, intelligence or kindness. It does not depend on anything. Happiness depends only on the understanding of each other by members of this family. Family idyll is a separate inner world that exists independently of the outside world. This world may seem terrible to the uninitiated. But it is ideal for lived there peoples.

"Puppeteer"

"Puppeteer"

90x160, oil on canvas, 2017 This world is created by the Puppeteer for himself. He filled everything with his creations. And these creations can be both beautiful and terrible. The Puppeteer loves them all the same. Each creation has its place in the world of the Puppeteer .And all of them are connected with the Creator by the thinnest invisible threads. And with external freedom, everyone obeys his will. After all, he is the Puppeteer, and all that his dolls do is only a repetition of his movem

"Go away!"

"Go away!"

90x160, oil on canvas, 2017 How often we repel those who are devoted to us, those who protect us. We in our pride turn away from those who love us. We do not understand that we are becoming defenseless from evil, which we simply did not notice before. After all, before we were surrounded by loving and loyal beings.

"Morning march"

"Morning march"

90x160, oil on canvas, 2017 Drums beat , trumpet pipes, rumble the timpani, flutes play a bravura march. Why did they wake us up so early? The sun has not yet risen. Not yet roosters crowed. Where are we being driven into this cold foggy dusk? We are undressed. Our children cry. Get out of warm bedrooms! Get away from the comfort! Get out of your life! We are all mobilized. Adults, children, alive, dead. All of us now became necessary to the one who raised us at this early hour with the roar of

"Baby"

"Baby"

oil on canvas, 90x120cm, 2017 That’s the meaning of our existence - to preserve the fragile life of the baby! This space is cold and indifferent. It is not made for life. It was created for survival. Survived itself - help to survive another. Only on this still holds the reality.

"Proprietress"

"Proprietress"

oil on canvas, 90x120cm, 2017 Everything has its beginning and its end. An order­ly world tends to self-destruction. And only a woman opposes this process. She takes responsibil­ity for deterring the destructive forces. She sub­ordinates them to herself. And this woman is the Proprietress. She is the Proprie­tress of all things in this world. And only thanks to her, this world still exists.

"Evening meal in nature"

"Evening meal in nature"

oil on canvas, 90x120cm, 2017 Fate can bring random people in a random place. And these people as pieces of a puzzle or mosaic can match some faces . And then there is wholeness. And it doesn’t matter what brought them to each other, what is the purpose and what they were disunited. The main thing is that there is now - this night , these feelings , this simple meal in nature.

"Dogs"

"Dogs"

oil on canvas, 90x120cm, 2017 It’s small world in the cold and disunity. The only thing that unites it is the fear of loneli­ness, hunger and external threats. Weak people requiring care themselves can neither protect themselves nor to feed. The existence of these people is entirely dependent on two dogs and their owner who can gather food and defend against threats.

"Ritual"

"Ritual"

oil on canvas, 90x120cm, 2017 The great mystery is who created us and why. Whу are we living in this world for? We are scared and uncom­fortable. Who will lead us? Who will indicate what we should do and what we should not. And a cult was created to answer these questions, to guide us, to give us a shepherd. And each of us must pass the rite of passage. We invented the gods ourselves and ded­icated ourselves to them. And by this we justify our existence for ourselves.

"Oblation"

"Oblation"

oil on canvas, 165x200cm, 2016 Priests and sacrifices. Donors and those to whom these sacri­fices are intended. Everyone is tied up in this tangle. We sacrifice ourselves for others and others for ourselves. We sacrifice free­dom for love, fun for peace, life for eternity. We sacrifice our bod­ies and souls. We ourselves eat these sacrifices and feed small parasites, always accompanying us. Maybe sacrifice is the basis of all being? Or is this the biggest misconception that prevents us from livi

"The Ekzekutor"

"The Ekzekutor"

oil on canvas, 165x200cm, 2016 The most desirable and difficult thing in life is knowledge. But knowledge is also very dangerous. Dangerous knowledge is punishable. It’s always been that way. Always will be. Each applicant for the forbidden knowledge has to be ready to a meeting with the executor of punishment.

"Morning hour"

"Morning hour"

oil on canvas, 150x200cm, 2016 There is a German saying: “Morgenstunde hat Gold im Munde” - “The morning hour gives us gold.”. This universal worship of gold and profit. Greed and insatiability, exploitation and lack of will. But at the same time, there is a hope for a younger generation, which may have very different priorities. “Morning Hour” is an image of nature that gives us everything necessary for life. But people are greedy, and they are no longer waiting for gifts, they require them. Th

"The drunken Butler"

"The drunken Butler"

oil on canvas, 150x200cm, 2016 The drunken gatekeeper has lost all the keys to paradise. And they are lie rusty, useless in dirty snow. Who put this butler on the gate? About him long forgotten. The gate had rusted for a long time. And no one remembers what’s behind them, because they have not opened for so long. The angel blows a trumpet. What for? We are all doomed to stay on this side of the gate in a cycle of reincarn ations.

"The renegades"

"The renegades"

oil on canvas, 150x200cm, 2016 He left home. He left family and friends. He ran from what he believed in. He saved his children from false faith and from false temptations. But is it for long? They are hermits and outcasts. They are renegades.

"Regimental flutist"

"Regimental flutist"

oil on canvas 90x90cm 2015

assimilation

assimilation

oil on canvas 100x120cm 2014

mating games

mating games

oil on canvas 90x120cm 2014

dialogue

dialogue

oil on canvas 100x120cm 2014

summer

summer

oil on canvas 80x70cm 2014

breathing

breathing

oil on canvas 40x80cm 2014

what is it?

what is it?

oil on canvas 80x40cm 2014

phenomenon

phenomenon

oil on canvas 80x70cm 2014

apostle#8

apostle#8

oil on canvas 40x80cm 2014

apostle#4

apostle#4

oil on canvas 40x80cm 2014

fugitive

fugitive

oil on canvas 100x100cm 2014

vultures

vultures

oil on canvas 120x100cm 2014

promenade

promenade

oil on canvas 100x100cm 2014

procurer

procurer

oil on canvas 100x100cm 2014

island

island

oil on canvas 70x70cm 2014

domination

domination

oil on canvas 70x70cm 2014

roundelay

roundelay

oil on canvas 120x100cm 2014

weasel

weasel

oil on canvas 40x80cm 2014

the spirit of the forest

the spirit of the forest

oil on canvas 120x100cm 2014

meeting in the park

meeting in the park

oil on canvas 120x100cm 2014

brother and sister

brother and sister

oil on canvas 100x100cm 2013

compassion

compassion

oil on canvas 100x100cm 2013

escape

escape

oil on canvas 100x100cm 2013

custodian

custodian

oil on canvas 100x100cm 2013

dragon island

dragon island

oil on canvas 70x70cm 2013

mirror

mirror

oil on canvas 100x100cm 2013

wayfarer.jpg

wayfarer.jpg

oil on canvas 100x100cm 2013

companions

companions

oil on canvas 100x100cm 2013

catcher stones

catcher stones

oil on canvas 100x100cm 2012

mama.

mama.

oil on canvas 100x100cm 2012

hunter

hunter

oil on canvas 70x70cm 2012

dummy

dummy

oil on canvas 100x100cm 2012

Icarus

Icarus

oil on canvas 70x70cm 2012

nanny with birds

nanny with birds

oil on canvas 100x100cm 2012