val bonda

As an autodidactic virtuoso in the realm of fine arts, my journey has been nothing short of a kaleidoscopic odyssey. My initial foray into this world of color and form began during my scholastic years from 1974 to 1977—a period of artistic exploration, enabled by a series of classes that became my initial brushstrokes on the canvas of life. In the tempestuous years of my youth, I existed as an enigmatic riddle, incessantly swayed by the ebbs and flows of inspiration. My academic path was a labyrinth, leading me through the hallowed halls of myriad institutions, culminating in an audacious escapade at the High School of Aviation, where I piloted jets through azure skies.

The dissolution of my beloved homeland, the USSR, in the 1990s marked an epochal turning point. It ushered me into the sacrosanct art of ecclesiastical restoration, where I breathed life into the walls and wooden panels of ancient sanctuaries through mural art. Years have been invested in the meticulous study and emulation of the grand masters, honing my technique to near perfection.

From 2001 until the recent past, I navigated the labyrinthine world of computer graphics. Yet, the serendipitous pause provided by the global lockdown served as a crucible for reflection. It rekindled my dormant yet unquenchable thirst for reinterpreting the works of timeless masters. Here, I rediscovered my raison d’être, my sanctuary of joy, and a wellspring of motivation to transcend my own limitations.