Clicking on the button auto-responder, I heard a sobbing voice: "Lyusik, Lyusik from us left Chaarke." And then another call, and the word - the funeral service. I can not believe it. Only that we were on exhibition in Bologna. Chaarke, miracle, an incredible talent, clever, beautiful, delicate feel the music, fluent in many languages, kind, gentle and a great artist. Only in the spring she received her diploma in the Florence Academy of Arts. The diploma was unique and she received the highest rating.
 
Her gift was from God, it is not chasing fame, her quivering breath of life, her touch to the canvas, a wooden case, this was a spiritual act. She was a real, natural-born painter, the finest draftsman, she aspired to harmony, nothing shocking, no vulgarity. Her work has lived, trembling. I remember when she wrote me a portrait of an elderly man, an Italian, Jean Carlo, with a cigar in his mouth. I'm staying with them in Fiesole, often saw him in a cafe. Good-natured, calm face, heavy body, trembling, swollen hands house, bringing to his mouth never gasnuvshuyu cigarette and so kind, a farewell smile. As she movingly conveyed on canvas of this man, he was her drugom.Ili portrait Dmitry Ivanov, with the subtle contours of the face.
That stands before me, still life with an old withered pomegranate and
bottle on a green background. This green could give birth only
outstanding painter. She was a real rock in the painting, the dough without intrusive smears were by nature, true, true, but not the kind of nature, and a parallel, real, no naturalism, it was a great combination of the divine gift of intelligence, which is the essence of art.
This still-life house, bringing a golden cup, the gold came from the Russian icon. It was amazing a painter and has done so for all technical regulations, investing in it all her pure soul. In our time it was quite unique, as she carefully selected the colorful pigments, prepared boards, gesso, chisel knocked the plane for the icon. In the icon, she invested all his spirituality and is given to the spectator, I am not talking about subtle color modeling. In our eyes, revived long-forgotten secret genius of Russian icons.
It did Chaarke, a young Dutch woman, a girl. What was mystical penetration into the Russian spirituality. To her stretched young Italian people, learning from her iconography.
Before my eyes charcoal drawings of pigeons. This is a great series. Each leaf of his shows this remarkably plastic
bird - the endless variations of the plastic.
She was always with the album, her eyes literally grabs the object, which she drew. She was one of those rare artists clearly
feel proportions, it's always turned out with remarkable similarity and this similarity was, the essence of the depicted. Its absolutely not interested in comfort at work. She often did all the squatting and even in an awkward position, the material could be an old fanerki, dosochki obsolete. We walked in Fiesole, and she often squatting, touching the flowers or picking up a beautiful stone, she knew all the dogs and cats, and only about turtles that lived in her yard, she could tell the whole novel. Sitting on the balcony and working on the rickety table, it is always surrounded by birds and she looked like a stork. Chaarke invariably wore a purple hat snug on her head, her blue eyes shone, and the witch smile enveloped in goodwill.
 
She created a remarkable series of portraits, no stamps, no learned by heart color, any skin color, each portrait with color-resolved manner typical of the model. No-established factory, each piece is written directly, the work created by high cliff, each was better than the previous one. We laughed together when she told me that a professor at the Academy, forbade students to write the flowers. She was inclined to the idea that you can write all the objects, but how to write.
As we enjoyed together flowers Giorgio Morandi in his museum in Bologna, we carefully considered the objects Morandi and it is very finely observed:
"Look Leo, which in general unenviable vase, but as she looks at the work of Morandi" It Chaarke, unusual Chaarke was at the height of creativity. It contains thousands of native Amsterdam pachkunov canvases. Dutch plastic arts, the country that gave birth to a disproportionate number of great artists is now below sea level.
 
Where are you, amazing, sensitive, compassionate Dutch eyes, surely it was impossible to take care of his daughter, his own child? Surely the lesson of Van Gogh learned nothing?
I do not write memoirs, no obituary, because Chaarke will live in his works, always, because the artists do not die - they just move from one shop to another. The fact that I wrote this quick "Scream" Edvard Munch.