Painter Opuls
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E-mail: opulsart@gmail.com
Phone no.: +7(952)353-32-12
Artist career
The official facts of the biography can tell many things and can be silent about many things as well. Much will be told by the paintings
Art shop
It is natural to wish to have a picture with which you feel affinity.

Write to the artist what picture you like, and you will get the information about the price of the picture.

Except the picture or instead of it you can always order a poster or the modern press on a canvas with the autograph of the author.
Everyone can afford such option of possession.
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Questions to Opuls
Question: How did you become an artist? When did you definitively decide that you would go this way?
Painting
Artist Sergey Opuls - Painting "St.Petersburg in the White Night MINI"
St.Petersburg in the White Night MINI (2002)
Paintings gallery
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Mannerheim MOXM Sea Fever Statue of Freedom Азия акварель Александр Невский Арктика Афганистан Афон Балканы Близкая Европа Буддизм Бунин Валаам Великий Устюг верблюды вертолеты весна Волга Выборг Вырица Германия Гиндукуш город горы Гражданин Земли Грузия Двое в лодке Дивеево Дом Бога Душа природы жанровая ЖД животные Зарасай Звонница зима Империум-пленэр БиГ ислам К Дню Победы Киев Коломна Коневец кони корабли крепость Крым Кургаль и Сойкино лето лунное Маяковский мельницы Место, где свет море Москва Музей Музей Победы Мурманск Наполеон натюрморт Норвегия ню озеро осень Острова веры Памир Панагея пространства Переславль-Залесский Петербург пирамиды Пленэр Жуковского подводная лодка Портрет последняя Прага продается Псков птицы пустыня река Репинский пленэр Рига самолеты сирень Соболевка София Сочи ступа сфинкс сюр Тайцы танк Тирпитц Узбекистан Хан-Тенгри Ханнила цветы Цецен Шах-и-Зинда ЭТНОВЗГЛЯД
Random quote
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:

Its loveliness increases; it will never

Pass into nothingness; but still will keep

A bower quiet for us, and a sleep

Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing

A flowery band to bind us to the earth,

Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth

Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,

Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways

Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,

Some shape of beauty moves away the pall

From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,

Trees old, and young, sprouting a shady boon

For simple sheep; and such are daffodils

With the green world they live in; and clear rills

That for themselves a cooling covert make

'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,

Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:

And such too is the grandeur of the dooms

We have imagined for the mighty dead;

All lovely tales that we have heard or read:

An endless fountain of immortal drink,

Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.
(John Keats)
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