Born Yuri Petrovich Fedotov in 1928 in Saratov region. At the beginning of the war, a thirteen-year-old teenager worked on a fishing vessel as a minder. Then in his life there was a craft school and a job as a turner at an aircraft factory in Moscow.
Beginning of creativity
In 1957 the graduate of the isostudio got to the city Omsk. This is where his career as a painter began. In November 1965. Yuri went to the Barents Sea and stopped in Pechora. As he recalled later:
He was fascinated by the northern landscape. As he said, all this corresponded to his internal energy, after all he is a man not southern. Why exactly in Pechora? He answers it like this:
He confessed his love for the North, for the simple, ordinary northerners, saying there was something left here pristine, virgin.
Yu’s creative path. Fedotov was ridiculous. Only through his tenacity did he manage to make an artist out of himself.
Landscape expanses of
Yu. Fedotov liked to paint a harsh but in his own way peculiar northern nature. The landscapes are painted in such colors that it is almost physically felt and the weather of those places – whether it is summer or winter corner of nature; and the unforeseeable space, and the winter road, and impassable gave. On one of the paintings sad the night landscapes. In other work, the cleanliness and coolness of the water is felt on the river surface.
He was always stunned by the tundra spring. No matter how much wrote it, everything found no peace.
Yu. Fedotov created portraits of Pechora men. Journalist E. Lazarev notes that the portraits painted by the artist are
Men of the North: geologists, hunters, reindeer herders, fishermen — people with windblown faces, with a little weary eyes, calloused hands, people who gave all their lives to hard work. These are strong, courageous natures living with deep meaning.
His portrait canvases are known:
Most often on portraits are men who look into endless distance and ponder something important to themselves.
Still lifes were
successful Yu. Fedotov and still lifes. There aren’t many.
It is both the flowering scented lilac, and the field bells, and the daisies in the braided onion, and the ace with the forest gifts, and the table in the log rustic hizbe. There’s a traditional samovar, buns, shangi, fish… And from all that, an invisible exhilarating fragrance.
The job is simple, how simple the people living in the North are themselves. On the table is reflected the unsophisticated life of northerners. The angler will cook the ear. This is his favourite dish will be cooked in a simple fishing kitten.
In a simple rustic vase, not roses, not lilies, but the simplest flower of the north is sunflower. And next to what is always dear to all people — bread. He is a peasant caravan uniform. The design of the table is modest.
Yu. Fedotov was passionate not only about painting, but also poetry, His poems were printed little, and he did not offer them to publishing houses.
As a poet and as an artist he loved the sun, the wind, the expanse. That’s what he wrote about. He wanted to live all days, which was not in the heart of sadness to feel spring nectar. And the most important thing that did good, it would want to give to people.
In his poems, he sends greetings to people who live far far away in the north, where he has not visited everywhere, and sends them warmth. What will he become when he finishes his life journey? What will it turn into? Part of the ocean? A colosom on the field? A distant star? A flowering apple tree? Warm rain? He wants to race over his birthplace a free bird. Whoever he becomes, he wants not to be commemorated with a dashing.
Here are his unpretentious but wise desires:
Yuri Petrovich was a man unsettled, energetic. Aimed for long journeys. An excellent walker, he knew how to create an atmosphere of comfort on the swamp and in the taiga. I liked to talk at the campfire about history, morality, art.
The question — “how we now live” — didn’t give Fedotov himself to live quietly. People around him believe that he is a complete shameless man. Neither capitals gained, nor comfort of Zhitey. Earnings were not chased. Almost didn’t sell his paintings, no positions were held.
That the soul of man is shaped by nature, he is convinced unconditionally. And the child, in his opinion, should be given this genuine joy, not left alone with dead electronics.
Life credo Yu. Fedotova:
From her personal life
wife — Lyudmila Aleksandrovna — often brought flowers, wild, meadow to the house. Put it in a jar. And the husband is right behind the school. The sun glistened around. More like a brush…
He was in a society of hunters for 30 years, but only killed a couple of birds, something he always regretted. Always said, if I could, I would forbid the destruction of everything alive.
One day he came to one northern city and saw that marble busts of Lenin and Marx were being painted. Horrified — why? Allegedly, for cleanliness. Then I turned to higher circles and said bad words. He was remembered as a scandalist. But the marble was still laundered.
He died in 2005 in Pechora at the age of 77. After her husband’s death, the initiator of exhibitions was his wife — Lyudmila Aleksandrovna, where she talks about her husband’s creative path, his life credo and philosophy, reads his poems.
Yu. Fedotov is a man who saw the meaning of life in work — picturesque and poetic. For three-plus decades, he described the northern surroundings, imprinted the faces of the people who arranged this land. This is an artist and poet who never aspired to be famous.