Languid Evening in Gurzuf 1981

Volodymyr Loboda made this painting in oil with big bold brushstrokes and some really interesting colour choices. I can really imagine him pushing the paint around, finding the image through the process of painting. Looking at it, I feel like the brush is sort of dancing across the canvas, and the image emerges from these marks, which feel somehow both deliberate and spontaneous. There’s a lot of layering happening; you can see traces of earlier colours peeking through. I wonder if Loboda was thinking about the Fauves when he made it? The colours are so vibrant, but not exactly naturalistic. Take that dark red line that defines the figure's back. It isn't just a line; it's a gesture, full of energy and intention. You know? It's like he’s saying something about form and space, but also about feeling. Ultimately, painting isn't about answers; it’s more like an open-ended question, and Loboda's just adding his voice to the conversation.