Painter of the Day, Alexei Savrasov [Videos]

October 30, 2012

Savrosov portrait

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While looking for paintings of storms, I came across the paintings of Alexei Savrasov, who was was a Russian landscape painter who lived from 12830 to 1897.He started to show artistic ability at the age of eight, and eventually studies at the Moscow School of Painting, Sculpture and Architecture, from which he graduated in 1850. He enjoyed the attention of Russian royalty, and became a teacher of art in Moscow. Sadly, the trauma of losing a daughter in 1871 was a grievous blow to his emotional stability, and precipitated a descent into alchoholism from which he never recovered. He died in 1897 a pauper, his funeral attended only by a doorkeeper of the Moscow School of Painting, Sculpture and Architecture and Pavel Tretyakov, who founded the Tretyakov Gallery.

The following video is a slide show of Savrasov’s paintings, accompanied by music from Sergei Prokofiev. The second half of the video is accompanied by music from Tschaikovsky.

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