Zhukovsky is a famous Russian landscape painter. He also wrote still lifes, always giving preference to nature and its simple beauty, inaccessible to bustling people who are constantly striving somewhere, running, making noises and not being able to stop to look around. These are his paintings. Frozen moments, which can be noticed by anyone, if he slows down and looks back in time. As if distressed by the inability of nature to get through, Zhukovsky depicts ordinary everyday moments.
Ironically, without noticing them day after day around themselves in ordinary life, people pay money to come and look at the pictures. Perhaps this is because inside them nature seems not so bright and festive, as Zhukovsky saw and portrayed it.
“Window with violets” shows the usual view from the window somewhere in the village. It is painted with white, slightly peeling paint. In the box grow violets – they just bloom, blue cute flowers and attract the eye. Having stopped on them, you do not immediately translate the look further, but just further and the most interesting begins.
The grass is green, like after a recent rain. The sky seems shining, washed, it is impossible-blue, bright color. White clouds creeping along it, looking like fluffy whales. They are reflected in the river, behind which rare woods stretch towards the sky. Judging by the appearance of the landscape – spring. Deciduous trees are bare, one looks out the window, shakes branches. Fir trees are dark green, they can’t be cold, but judging by how brightly the grass is green, summer is just around the corner.
One would like to step into the picture, climb over the low hedge and, as in childhood, without thinking about anything, run off to the river to fish and swim.
It is even more ironic that the one who lives in the reality of the picture at such a festive, tempting window most likely waters the violet mechanically, between work and work, and does not think at all about how beautiful the view can be if you don’t look out of necessity, but at the behest of the soul.