Aged 5, I was dragged kicking and screaming into school. I didn’t like being there. The place was petty, cold, and heartless. The only times I felt at all within myself was when we had morning play or did painting. We made pictures with the powder paints; mixing the colours soothed me. This is what I’ve kept on doing (and have always protected within myself ) even when I was working shuffling asphalt in our small town before I left for America.

Art has always been what I go to. This uncompromising streak is how I have aligned myself with the universe: It is very simple and ordinary because it is nothing more than expressing my nature: I’m an artist and doing what I’m meant to be doing: I believe that art can be defined as line and form coming through the hand – the head, and even the heart.

Curators and Artists

  • figurative art
  • mid-century
  • oil painting
  • Collage
  • painting
  • ilya volykhine
  • artofilya
  • people
  • art collector
  • living with art
  • art exhibition
  • Art gallery
  • figurative
  • russian artist
  • NZ artist