"Like I spring echoing ranyu
Rode on a pink horse ... "

- Everyone understands that a horse in this poem singer of the Russian countryside Esenina - not pink. He is white, and pink it does dawn. And we see this piercing pink in Shibanova - literally sunlight floods the viewer. Paintings are filled with light. They are lit from within, and it seems that they can hang in the dark room as an additional source of light.
Artist miraculously combines the accuracy of the protocol with a sense of unreality, we see the world through his paintings, like screwing up his eyes towards the shining sun ...

At the same time in the paintings of many cool colors - blue, purple, steel gray. Which, combined with the warm pink and green - create a very distinct sense of the mixing of heat and spicy fresh coolness, which is so characteristic of the Central Russian summer morning.

Surprisingly it - as if some pictures are drawn only in color, no line at all. But who has seen these winter fogs and the play of light in the air, full of frosty dust, he will understand, learn and cry - but as I had not seen some of this! Even without the fear that he will remind about famous bridges over the River Thames in a purple haze, which saw mankind only after they have artist!

Sprawling brushwork Shibanova, only slightly marked images and forms, creates in the mind of the viewer the feeling of heady summer, a severe barbed Metelitsa, then early in the morning - then disturbing late-afternoon twilight ...

My dear old

Portraits deserve a separate study, but in this brief we can say that the main thing in them - love.

Wonderful Grandma with a yoke, thoughtful Dedok with a cat - it is not contingent characters a la "ryusski groom", and completely real people. And even the peasants rather satirical, asleep "with ustatku and without eating" anywhere - the artist does not judge them, and makes no judgments, he tells us, here they are so different, my people, but they're mine, ours. And all of them - are interesting, and everyone - it's a whole world of ...

"Uncommon" expression is sharply localized in the individual figures of people. Landscapes he had finished beautiful people - a reason to love the irony or regret, but without conviction. His painting "Victory Day" touched almost to tears by even the most unsentimental viewer - cute, funny and family are old men, they also knew the big work-worn hands, and a little embarrassed holiday party. "Do you remember the old - old man swaggers - like you myself to thank the main bore? Yes, it happened. Yes, we now have at least where "-" Oh, come on, old blowhard "...

The artist writes tenderly of his characters and does not shy about it, and it's not a pattern, not the poster - it is love.

Those uncommon expression

What you tell me - "Van Gogh, Van Gogh." You can think of. Even quite unlikely. In Van Gogh's brush strokes are large, thick, convex, and at Shibanova - like a needle scratched, or prickly winter wind. Or frost - on the glass. And the colors are not so - at the Van Gogh without disturbing yellow anywhere, but here yellow, and does almost gone, and all the blue, purple and pink on the green so green on pink.

What? Matisse? Well, not without. But again - your flat Matisse, though a genius, but there are volumes of such depth, and most importantly - a breeze! Tell me honestly, there is wind in Matisse? Had no wind. And heat is almost physically palpable - except that at Sarian. Here at Saryan - warm, even hot. And Shibanova, of course, where it is warm, and where and frosty. So it is logical and Well - where Sarian, and where Shibanov. Want to add to my apartment hotter heat Armenian heated stones in the sun - buy Saryan. Do you want an elusive Russian heat of our summer incorrect, want a key cold freshness of a summer morning, like barbed fluffy winter Russian - take Shibanova can not go wrong.

Animated views - otherwise you could not tell ... And the painter's brush as recognizable as the famous hand classics.

And we'll see ... And rejoice.