Description of the painting by Svyatoslav Roerich “Portrait of Nicholas Roerich”

Description of the painting by Svyatoslav Roerich “Portrait of Nicholas Roerich”

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Svyatoslav Roerich often painted his father - finding particular pleasure in the portrait genre, he did not find better sitters than his loved ones, because he knew them best of all, he could write their features even with his eyes closed. Looking for new things in them, revealing the recesses of souls, he worked out his own technique, over and over again learning to understand again the people who were constantly with him.

The “Roerich's Portrait” stands out from a number of portraits in that there are surprisingly few details on it that can distract the viewer from the main figure. So attached to the landscapes inserted into the portraits, insignificant details of the situation, in this picture Roerich confines himself to seeing the crimson bloody sky behind his father and a stylized image of the scales in the upper right corner. There is nothing more that could distract from the central figure in the picture.

Even the robe is drawn quickly, indistinctly, in fact, is a black spot in which there are no sewing frills. But against this empty, boring background, Roerich’s face, illuminated by a certain internal light, becomes clearer and brighter.

He is old. A long white beard, light as a swan fluff, decorously laid on the chest. There is a black cap on his head, no hands are visible - only one peeps barely and hardly attracts attention. His eyes attract him, a smart, serious and strict look directed slightly to the side, not directly at the viewer. Catching him at the tip of the brush, Roerich handed it over accurately, with caution, which many others might envy.

In this look - and thoughts about what life is, and the calmness of a person who has lived a long good life, and contentment with this life, that the air fills the lungs, that the blood runs through the veins.

It seems that when Death herself comes to his last refuge, the old man smiles at her and gives his hand. There is too much dignity in this person to do something else.

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Watch the video: Nicholas Roerich Museum, Himachal Pradesh, India (August 2022).