Painter Opuls
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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: What helps or stirs you most of all in your work? And how have you overcome or are going to overcome these obstacles?
Painting
Artist Sergey Opuls - Painting "Gold on Valaam"
Gold on Valaam (2009)
Paintings gallery
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Florinarter Litauenkonsulat Sea Fever Азия акварель аукцион Афганистан Афон Балканы Буддизм Валаам Великий Устюг верблюды вертолеты весна Восток продается Вырица Германия Гиндукуш город горы Демидовский пленэр Дивеево жанровая Живой Финский залив животные Зарасай Звонница зима Империум-пленэр БиГ ислам кира Коломна Коневец кони корабли крепость Крым Кургальский пленэр лето лунное Маяковский мельницы Место, где свет море Наши земли и воды Норвегия ню озеро Орёл осень Острова веры Памир Панагея пространства Петербург Пленэр Жуковского Пленэры Серебряного кольца Поволжье подводная лодка Попсуй Портрет Портрет кошки Прага Псков птицы пустыня река Рекорд Репинский пленэр Рига самолеты сирень Сойкинская святыня София Сочи ступа сюр танк Тирпитц Только принт Узбекистан Хан-Тенгри Ханнила ход Храм Александра Невского Целительный ландшафт Шах-и-Зинда ЭТНОВЗГЛЯД
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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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