acrylic, canvas 40 * 50 cm «listen to silence» 2019
Color Me Curious

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@theartofmadeline
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Claire Keane
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@atrusovaartist
acrylic, canvas 40 * 50 cm «listen to silence» 2019
Acrylic on canvas, 50 × 40 cm
“Fish, Fish, Where Do You Sleep?”
Today I would like to share a painting that holds a very tender memory for me.
My first son was born in March 2016, and this painting captures a moment from two years later, when he was two years old.Two is such a beautiful age. Children are endlessly curious and completely open to the world. Everything seems new, surprising, and wonderful to them. They are affectionate, eager to learn, and have not yet reached the fierce independence that often comes around the age of three.When your first child is born, your entire life begins to revolve around them. There is less time for yourself, for friends, and even for your husband. It can be incredibly exhausting, especially when you are your child’s whole world, closest companion, and constant source of attention.But there is also something extraordinarily precious about that time. When you have only one child, all your attention, time, love, and care can be given entirely to them.
I loved taking my son to parks and other beautiful places. We talked constantly. I know a great deal about biology, geography, and plants, so I could show him things, explain what we were seeing, and help him discover the world around us.
Around that time, we came across a poem by the wonderful children’s poet Irina Tokmakova:
“Ночью темень. Ночью тишь.
Рыбка, рыбка, где ты спишь?”
“Night is dark, night is still.
Little fish, little fish, where do you sleep?”
That gentle question stayed with me and eventually gave this painting its name.You do not always realise how special that undivided time with your first child is until your family grows. When my second son was born in 2020, naturally, I could no longer give my eldest the same amount of individual attention.Today I have three children, and I try every day to be a good mother to all three, to make sure that each of them receives the same depth of love, attention, and care.This painting reminds me of that brief and luminous time when my eldest son and I discovered the world together, one question at a time.
i am so excited to find you have a tumblr! i have been sporadically seeing your beautiful paintings for a few years, but it is so awesome that i can see them right from the source along with your commentary. you are so talented and i am so in love with your art!
Thank you so much! I’m incredibly happy that you have been seeing my paintings for several years and have now found me here. It means so much to know that my art has stayed with you.One of the things I love about Tumblr is that I can share my work directly and also tell the stories, thoughts and emotions behind it. Thank you for following my journey and for such beautiful words they truly mean a lot to me! ❤️
I’m sorry to hear you’ve been having a rough year. I hope you know the sheer amount of joy your paintings embody and bring to the world, and that that joy finds its way back to you in turn ❤️🌈❤️
Do you have a particular piece of yours that is your favorite, or holds a special memory?
Thank you so much for these beautiful words. They mean more to me than you know. ❤️
You actually asked me this question quite a while ago, and I spent a long time thinking about how to answer it. I looked through all of my paintings and tried to decide whether there was one that felt especially important or that I could call my favorite. But I realized that I don’t have one.Every painting is connected to something: a powerful emotion, a moment of inspiration, a desire to travel somewhere and see it with my own eyes, or a memory sometimes a happy one and sometimes a painful one. That makes it almost impossible to choose just one.If I had to divide them, I would say that around 60% of my paintings are connected to memories and things happening in my life at the time, 30% are born from emotions, and the remaining 10% are inspired by places I dream of visiting or by special imaginative themes space, for example, or dragons flying through the sky.
So I never managed to find that one favorite painting. Each of them holds a different part of me and a different moment of my life.
Acrylic on canvas 40×50 cm“Between Us, There Became More Sky” 2026
I follow your blog because I love your paintings, it always brightens my day to see them. Lately I have been enjoying your replies to questions almost as much. Thank you for taking the time to answer questions about your art and your techniques, for always having something encouraging to say to artists, and for being so kind and patient generally. I'm really sorry that your personal life is so difficult at the moment and I hope it will get better.
Life is never completely smooth. Behind every bright painting there is a strong emotion and it isn’t necessarily a happy one.
That’s why I always tell people: when you’re feeling bad, paint. When you’re feeling good, paint. Even when you feel like you have no energy left, try to create something. Art has an incredible way of helping us process things and carry us through difficult moments.
Thank you so much for your kindness and support. ❤️
Dear Anastasia,
Thank you so much for sharing those wonderful photographs of your home and current studio space. It was incredibly generous of you to offer us a glimpse into your creative world. Seeing your ink jars, frames, stools, the painter's stand holding your latest project, and the spectacular gallery walls adorned with your artwork—alongside a wealth of other professional artist materials and acrylic tubes—was truly captivating. It leaves absolutely no doubt in my mind regarding the immense caliber of your talent, reflecting decades of profound experience and dedication to your craft.
On a more personal note, I recall you sharing the news of your divorce a few months ago, and I wanted to express that my thoughts and heartfelt concerns remain with you. As an outsider, a devoted fan, and simply as a man, I want to respect your privacy and refrain from commenting further on your relationship. However, I sincerely wish you nothing but genuine peace and happiness moving forward. Above all, my greatest hope is for your children to thrive in a calm, stable, and loving family atmosphere.
Please stay resilient, protect your peace, and may God bless you. I truly hope that your artistic career receives the rich rewards and recognition it so richly deserves very soon.
Warmest wishes,
💜
Thank you so much for your incredibly kind and thoughtful words. They truly mean a lot to me, especially right now.Yes, a loving and happy family was something I genuinely wanted with all my heart. I tried very hard to build and protect that, and perhaps one of the hardest things for me to accept is that, despite everything, it simply didn’t become the family I had hoped for.
Thank you for your kindness, for respecting my privacy, and for wishing peace and happiness for me and my children. I deeply appreciate it. ❤️
Maybe one day, when all of this is finally over, I’ll tell the whole story. Right now I can’t, but sometimes even I look at everything that has happened and think it feels more like the plot of a drama than real life.
dear anastasia,
you have been one of my very dearest and most favorite artists for many years. the first time i stumbled across a tumblr repost of a few of your paintings - eight, ten years ago? - and saw the texture and color of your skies and sceneries, i was moved to tears by the paint in symphony on your canvasses. the way you turn fluid, ever-changing life into a single crystalline snapshot of a moment, vibrant with feeling, is truly singular and beautiful.
i am sorry to hear that your home life has been tainted by the complicated pain of relationship trouble, and i hope i am not overstepping by saying what i am about to say. as a child, i could tell my parents were on their way to a divorce by the time i was around eight years old, and once asked them plainly if they were planning on it. both of them rushed to say no, but by the time i turned eleven, my mom broke the news to me that they were indeed separating, just as i had suspected.
i was sad at first - i was an only child and we had no extended family within two thousand miles, so it was sad to me that if i spent a holiday with one parent, the other would be all alone - but, far more than sad, i was actually relieved. my parents' divorce was now a straightforward reality that i could learn to accept, rather than a looming, ominous cloud of uncertainty on the horizon of my future. i no longer felt guilty that i was burdening my parents by forcing them to stay together simply by existing, and i didn't have to keep wondering if they would be happier people if i hadn't been born. through my troubled adolescence, i also found it easier to confide in and bond with my parents one at a time than i had when they were still together, even though they closely communicated about me and coparented as a united front until i was out of school and on my own.
almost twenty years later, neither of my parents ever remarried, but both of them are living happy, fulfilling, completely different lives in different parts of the world.
all this is to say... if the only reason you are still with your husband is to try to guarantee your children happy lives, rather than because you feel the relationship still has enough love in it to be worth salvaging, then i think you should consider seriously that putting them through the sudden trauma of their parents' separation is not necessarily worse than putting them through the slow-burning trauma of growing up feeling like it is because they were born that mom and dad are unhappy people. even if you and your husband both perfectly play your stage roles of happy parents, as time passes and the children get older, it will be harder to hide the truth. if they grow up and find themselves in unhappy relationships, they will be more likely to stay in those relationships for longer while acting like everything is fine, following the example of their own parents and deprioritizing their own happiness.
above all, though, you are just as deserving of a happy and fulfilling life as your children are. you deserve to feel at home in your home. you deserve either a partner who respects you and your needs, or the contentedness and unburdened joy of a life without a partner at all if that is where your happiness awaits.
your incredible art has reached out and touched my soul and countless others, so i hope i am not too gravely overstepping by reaching back. from my distant corner of the internet, i sincerely wish you a happier future than the present, no matter what it may look like.
with love,
a fan and fellow artist
Thank you so much for sharing this with me. Your message means more than you probably realize, and I think it will give me some of the strength I need to make a very difficult decision.My situation is complicated. I’m realizing that so much of what I believed our marriage and our shared life were built on may not have been as I understood it. For many years, I lived with the belief that we were building our future together, and now I’m having to reconsider many things I thought I knew.So for me, leaving isn’t only an emotional decision. It also means facing enormous uncertainty and potentially rebuilding much of my life from the beginning. I have my art, my work, and the life I’ve created around them, and I’m incredibly grateful for that , but the thought of starting over is still frightening.
The hardest part for me is the children. The thought of no longer being with them every day is incredibly painful. Whatever has happened between their father and me as partners is separate from my wish for them to have loving and meaningful relationships with both of their parents.
That’s why hearing your experience as a child of divorced parents means so much to me. Knowing that separation eventually brought you relief rather than simply taking something away from you gives me another perspective I really needed right now.Thank you for trusting me with something so personal and for taking the time to write all of this. I will remember your words. ❤️
i was chatting with a friend of mine today and mentioned that i know exactly where im gonna get art when i have space and money for it - which is your art. so she asked to see it and she said she can see why i love it so much and that she absolutely loves your colour choices and schemes <3
This honestly made me so happy to read. Thank you so much for sharing my art with your friend and for thinking of my work for your future home. It means more to me than you know!
Hi there! Several years ago I found your art here on Tumblr and loved it so much I tracked down your site and sent you an email. Seeing the way you used colors and texture helped rekindle my experimentation with developing my style in watercolors.
I had just wanted to express my gratitude for you sharing your art, but to my surprise you sent an email back! I was going through a rough patch and by the time I felt able to respond it had been too many months, but my experimentation with watercolor has continued.
I hope you don't mind, but I wanted to share some of the work I've done since then that you helped kick-start
I'm so glad to see you're on Tumblr, and am excited to see more of your work as you make it. Thank you for the gift of inspiration, it's been so invaluable to me :)
This honestly touched me so much. Thank you for coming back after all these years and telling me this , especially for showing me what you’ve created since then. Your watercolors are beautiful, so full of color, movement and imagination!And please never worry about not replying to that email. Life happens, and I’m simply happy to know that you kept creating and experimenting. Knowing that something I made helped spark something in another artist is one of the most meaningful things I could hear.Thank you for sharing this with me. I really needed something like this today. Please keep painting.
I came across your blog and I just want to say that your art is amazing! There’s a dream-like quality to your paintings. It invokes a sense of peace and something otherworldly.
Thank you so much for saying this. 💙 Your words truly mean a lot to me, and I think I really needed to hear them today. Thank you for seeing and feeling my art this way. ✨
About how thick is the acrylic you typically work with/what is the ratio of thickener (or whatever it is) to paint?
I use a clear extra heavy gel medium the thickest one. I prefer the matte version. I mix the paint directly into the gel, and there isn’t really a fixed ratio. The more paint you add, the stronger and brighter the color will be; the less you add, the more transparent it stays.
You can also build the texture with the gel first and simply paint over it with acrylic afterward that works too! So I’d say experiment with the proportions and see what works best for you.I find it easiest to mix and apply with a painting knife or a stiff brush. And I don’t add any water.
acrylic on canvas 40*60 cm "France"2023
Acrylic on canvas 30*40 cm «Summer Sketch No. 20»
My Summer Sketches are quick paintings, created mostly from photographs, memories, and impressions I collect along the way.This summer was a long journey for me. I traveled to Russia through Poland, and later spent some time in Turkey. Most importantly, I visited many of my relatives. My children saw their grandmother and grandfather, my sisters, their cousins, nieces and nephews. It was a beautiful, intense, very warm time, the kind of summer that leaves hundreds of little memories behind.
I was born in a tiny Russian town of about 10,000 people, surrounded by swamps, forests, fields, lakes, and villages.And when I say “village,” I don’t mean the kind of village I see around me now in Belgium. Some villages there are surrounded by kilometers of forest and fields and may have only a handful of houses sometimes just one or two families living close to each other. People help one another because, in a way, they really do live like one large family.
Life there is simple. You need a car because everything is far away. There are no perfectly trimmed lawns stretching from one garden to another. You step outside and there is a field. Then a forest. Then another field. Somewhere beyond it, a lake.
People love nature there, and somehow it feels as though nature loves them back.
There are countless lakes, marshes, quiet backwaters and ponds. And, of course, water lilies.Perhaps this is why there have always been so many water lilies in my paintings.Even when I was only beginning to paint seriously, I created a separate collection of water lilies on my website. Not because I admire Monet and want to repeat what he did ,although, of course, I admire him ,but because water lilies belong to my own memories. They were simply always around me.And they are something I miss deeply.There is a small pond near the street where I live now. Carp swim there, and water lilies grow on the surface. For almost ten years, my children and I have been walking there to feed the fish.We feed the carp, look at the lilies, listen to the water , and for a moment, life slows down.And suddenly I am somewhere between my life now and my childhood.Only the frogs are missing.Those loud summer frogs that used to croak everywhere around the ponds and marshes.
For a few minutes, there is this strange, comforting feeling that you have returned home. That the world is quiet. That you are safe. And that somehow, everything is going to be all right.I wish you the ability to find this feeling wherever life takes you ,a feeling of home, peace, and calm.
Hiii I just found your art from the post about your piece ‘Balance’ going around!
I just wanted to say that your art is some of the most beautiful I’ve ever seen, up there with the greats like Da Vinci and Van Gogh!
Thank you so, so much! Your words truly mean a lot to me. I really appreciate them ,especially right now. It’s exactly the kind of kindness and support I need at this moment. Thank you for making my day a little brighter. 🥹🎨❤️
Dear Anastasia,
As a huge fan of your work, I am constantly amazed by the incredible texture and life in your art. I know that many creators guard their workspaces fiercely to protect their focus, so I wanted to ask out of pure curiosity—is it ever possible to see a photo of the studio where all your magic happens?
Also, do you ever allow people to be in the space with you while you paint, or do you prefer absolute privacy when creating? I would love to know more about the environment that generates your beautiful pieces!
Thank you for continuing to share your talent with the world.
It’s actually a rather sad story. For a long time, I had a separate room in our house that was entirely my studio, and of course I can show you some photos of how it looked.About a month ago, I lost that space because my husband and I are going through a very difficult period in our relationship. There is a lot of conflict between us, especially around my independence and my work. I have thought about leaving many times, but we have three children, and that makes every decision much more complicated.
So right now, the “magic” happens in our shared living space. 😅 I still have my materials organized, but of course it doesn’t really feel like a studio anymore -my art supplies are in one corner, family things are in another, and everyday life happens all around me.
I also have my own gallery/studio space about a 30-minute drive from home. But because I usually paint in between taking care of the children, housework, and everything else, driving there every time I want to paint isn’t very practical. At the moment, I use that space mainly to receive visitors and show my paintings, so I’m not quite ready to move all my working materials there.
But you’ve actually given me an idea!
And yes, I absolutely love painting alone. I would probably choose complete solitude if I could. But in reality, that almost never happens. There are children around me, pets, my husband walking through the room… My life simply doesn’t give me many opportunities for peaceful isolation. So somehow, I learned to create in the middle of life itself. ❤️
Acrylic on canvas, Ø 40 cm «Summer Sketch No. 19»