The life of someone who was exiled by his home country, but still loved his own motherland very much, translated…
Hope to Get Peace~~Levitan.
here’s one…found online…
The painter, described as “great, unique genius” by Chekov, Levitan, only lived for forty years. His paintings showed of joy, were filled up with hopes, like the sunshine, “can alleviate that fatigued heart”. He was born a year later than Chekov, and died four years earlier than the novelist. Chekov was once his best friend, gave him a lot of inspirations, but, they’d gotten on each other’s bad side once, then, made up again.
Born to a Lithuanian Jewish family, Levitan moved with his family to Moscow at age nine. He’d gone to study architecture, sculpture, arts in school there, was intrigued with painting the sceneries, became a well-known landscape artist. In 1977, his exhibition of his art from age sixteen, gained great accolades. As the Jews were casted away by the czar, he was forced to move with his family to the suburbs.
and here’s another, found online too…
With his Jewish status, from Lithuania, he was once discriminated by the czar’s discriminatory policies against Jews, but Levitan painted better scenes of Russia than Russia’s own artists could. His rustic pictures not only brought joys, hopes to those around him, it’d also healed himself in his times of need. There was life, people, society, in all his work, just like Chekov’s short stories. There’s that thickness from the everyday life, showing the introverted him, in experiencing all the trials he was weathering through.
The suburbs of Moscow, the land, the skies, trees, rivers, the Volga River, entered into his life through his paintbrush. The scent of revolution is also found in his art, he was close to the grasslands, the birch forest, and used the symphony of nature as his own creation, never been married his whole life, he’d focused all his attention on his artwork. Russia was not at all kind to him, but, he’d given his life to Russia, because the scene there had, soothed his life.
and another, still from online…
The Russian literature came to life in his paintings, and that romanticism also, melted into it, nature became a home for his spirits. Serenity became the light his paintbrush sought, as well as what he’d sought out in his dreams.
So, you can see, how this man’s life was overcome with the hardships, being persecuted by his own country, having to escape his home country, and yet, he’d still held that love for his own home country, and all of that showed, in his artwork!