Leonid Afremov is of those that simply cannot be classified in a geographical sense. His art speaks through bewitching atmospheres of the world’s capitals and through it, the quotidian in them.

Afremov is a cosmopolitan from Vitebsk, the city where he began his mundane life after graduating from the art school founded by Marc Chagall. He was discovered as a painter in the UK while painting landscapes of London’s rainy mist colours that made the city cheerful, rhythmic and mysterious where he won the audiences’ hearts.

He focused on the architecture of the British Parliament, the magnificent St. Paul’s Cathedral, Tower Bridge, South Bank, Thames, London Eye, the panorama of the city that reflected the sunset.

Having captured rare unforgettable moments and kept them eternally, he created an almost impressionistic harmony rather with diffused strokes in bright colours.

Afremov sought beauty and found it ⎯ His paintings are actually aesthetic truth, with the search for true semblance that which is most often a little worn out and in the routine.

He boldly and strongly went against this and rushed onto the wings of Dostoevsky’s thought, who claimed that beauty will change the world.

I do not regard in criticism of theorists who write on the basis of the mould in conceptualising aesthetic theory, but I think that the sense of artistic value is something that is keenly instantiate.

The arts of Leonid Afremov in this regard proved the assertion of Michelangelo who said that the artist doesn’t paint by hand, but with the mind. No matter how inconceivable, the classic artist accepted the vibrancy and shaped though the palettes, and knife, rough strokes which reflected the subtle message with an elegance and mysterious atmosphere ⎯ it is correct in Afremov’s artistic expression.

With a series of well painted raciness of the structures of London, Paris, beautiful sunsets of Mediterranean and Scandinavian cities, random passersby and couples in love, Afremov gave his audience, especially psychologists, an expressive moment to understand each detail and trembling atmosphere which he skilfully captured and shaped.

Afremov is a modern impressionist who has expressed his personal style courting mainstream obbligato that narrates the sensitivities to keen observers. Skilfully persuading the satisfactory aesthetics that does not endanger ⎯ that nothing is worth less than some dark artistic expression in modern art.

A brilliantly sunny day in London is not a reflection of an excessive optimism of critics who tend to say, but rather a reflection of an artistic expression, which recalls the new truth and a psychological vision of awareness which brings a different impression.

Afremov is also a psychologist. He offers us an answer, but it is different for each of us. His paintings are like glasses that do not exist simultaneously at the same juncture.

It has endless possibilities, answers, vast horizon in which we might see ourselves in his ocean of blue, yellow, purple, eventually breaking the game of shadows, and seductive waves of light.

What is fascinating in his paintings is a sensitive quality that refines and with which his moves brings the play to life.

The arts of Leonid Afremov is life impressions, not as an imitation which Plato may have inclined to define when talking of paintings ⎯ it is the revival of psychology and flickers with each breath that is breathed. Its definition would be as a symphony of poetry and paints. In this regard, Afremov is the magician, the poet and the talented citizen of Vitebsk as Chagall, whose right may once trailed through his artistic skills.

Originally published on « Filozofski Pogledi »