Gather information about the artist M. Ryasnyanskii

[v_r]

Gather information about the artist M. Ryasnyanskii. 'm Planning to publish its 85 th anniversary of the thick book. " Interested in almost everything. Photographs of paintings and their location, press publications and catalogs. Information about his students, especially outside of Ukraine.

In 2006, I was able to prepare and print a very small edition of 6 thematic directory (shared directory, landscapes, etudes, 77 portraits of Ukrainian writers, graphic, narrative paintings) and his memoirs and poems.
Catalogs in 2006 is far from complete ...

For clarity, I give a few photos of his paintings.

I would be grateful to all who will respond to this message.

Best regards
Victoria Ryasnyanskii

[Gradus09]

v_r, see this work in 1965, perhaps it relates to your family.
On stretcher clearly visible signature pencil-E.Ryasnyanskaya.

[v_r]

Сообщение от Gradus09

v_r, see this work in 1965, perhaps it relates to your family.
On stretcher clearly visible signature pencil-E.Ryasnyanskaya.

Thank you very much.
I think this is the work of his first wife, Eugenia Ryasnyanskii.
Personally with her I do not know. In the early 90's saw her watercolor portrait of 50-ies brush father at the Museum of the Kiev Art Institute (unfortunately this Portet disappeared from the institute, a photograph I do not manage).
About Eugenia Ryasnyanskii I learned from the memories of his father.
The following quote quotes where he mentions his first wife:

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(1950г.)
... By this time it get rid of the stick, and began to run, initially it looked pretty funny. However, I persevered and gradually forgot about the injury, contusion. When the time came another medical examination on disability, I brought the statement that already quite healthy and do not consider myself disabled. I, of course, from the disabled crossed without talking. He tried boxing, this is my old one. Alas, a boxer from me will not work. Boxing I am too slow.
Married. Married foolishly, without love. Himself inspired, that I love, and love, something was not. Only spoiled life of a good man. Life went dull, dull. Many worked for wages. Illustrated by a couple of books, though the schedule itself felt. The worst thing that I had to write the title, but I God Himself has forbidden to do so. Paint for exhibitions, - never occurred to subjects, and if that occurred, then such a hackneyed, is writing - rewritten, that it was very sickening to develop. I have not worked out. The pain, the remainder of the proceeds to the Academy, by the time abated, and I thought up to try to come to Kiev Art Institute. Arguments in favor of this institution were very high: "Bread" Yablonska, "Black Sea" Bubble, more than convincing evidence of the level of the institution. Zhenya (the farther, the more convinced as it was a good wife) did not mind and I made another attempt. At this time I'm in a statement directly, even emphasized wrote about what was in the occupation. Exam was admitted. Once assembled, summon the will, once again stood behind the entrants. And once again got all four of the five and one do not remember what the Quartet. But in composition, as earlier in Kharkov, and Leningrad. The fact is that in Kiev, I simply repeated his picture, written and participated in the exhibition in Rostov. At this time I was taken in the list. First ...

.. The material for the student lived well. In the first year to receive an increased grant, and then specifically, Repin, which was enough for food, the room with his wife, and to pay for an apartment. Yes, and burnished to a workshop at the institute, taking orders, which were carried out by students. Supervised workshop Michael Belsky. Subsequently, People's Artist of Ukraine, but before that I remember Chernikov.

It was I think, in my second year, when his wife agreed to move to Kyiv region. We rented a room in Boyarka. Commuter Trains go often, and the tram, I almost never used. In the evening, after trennirovki I usually ran to the station, getting pleasure from it. Then, I think time was on the 3-year student, went to college Gennady baht. Alas, he is already hard drinking and even then was a brilliant draftsman, but drew much less and his skill began to wane. He, too, by this time was married and also lived in Boyarka. Rostom Batov small, schuplovat, but very cockily. For this reason, he studied at the Institute for long - someone started a fight, as well drunk, and he was expelled from the institute. Initially came to see me more often, and then all settled in my room. His wife did not like it, and I confess, too, but a friend has a friend and I did not show their discontent. Well, studies continued on its way. I realized that to keep up with experts in drawing backgrounds is not given to me and began to draw on its own way. In the figure sought not to the accuracy, and to the expression. By that teachers have become accustomed, and five became my duty assessment. But in general I'm still with a quiet delight, as a circus trick, remember those fabulous, mind is not conceivable backgrounds who did Nikolai Popov and especially Nikolai Polishchuk were even nicknamed Von Polishchuk. Samih figures do not remember, but the background!

(1956)
... Well, we offered to go with Storozhenko in Cherkasy, which were promised apartments, shops, work. We drove. Kohl is not issued, and I was discharged. By the time I have lived alone. When writing my diploma now, then spent the night right in the studio ...

(1958)

... This time I got a very strong composition: a brilliant tsvetovik A. Parshikov, excellent graphic artist and fine artist Kildesku, two very capable women, one of whom, Serafima Senkevich, subsequently became my wife and brought me so much grief, how many have failed bring all the enemies together. There were other capable guys. Working with them was interesting. Frank wimps there was no joy to see as eyes grow stronger skills. I myself have worked too much, not to mention the fact that all the academic setting did with students. There was no Republican exhibitions in which I was not involved, would be, and usually pictures. By this time, was issued a divorce with my first wife. I have to mail sent its consent to a divorce. Was nothing to divide us, but I did not, would, because he felt guilt in married life is simple. Somewhere in this time in Chisinau left Cherkassy same artist, whom we with Storozhenko lived in the barn. He enrolled in college, but learned not to me. Man it was a smart, resourceful. While still a student, he found work at the newspaper "Evening Kishinev, and soon I was agitated at the joint construction of the house. His name was Pavel Taranenko ...

Another quote from the mention of Eugene Ryasnyanskii.
Sorry, found only now.

.... The fifth course for me was not anything remarkable, except that something got in the picture. Five were self-themselves, but I learned to draw accurately and bitingly, spending for each figure so little time, that keep up with the allotted time with 2-x-3-beds.
What may be even remember that. Put Sergei Alekseevich setting: in a black dress the lady in the mirror was supposed to depict an actress before going on stage. We started to work and suddenly she stopped walking. We rebelled, but the head of full-scale workshop will still pay her the hours that she defended. Someone drew a cartoon, and I wrote the signature. Full Head. Department was Dyadin. Signed looked like this:
And gave way to the heart of Uncle
The beauty of the unknown lady.
Question - excuse me, what for,
Why covered this money?
It is easy to draw endowments
The money the state.
Sergei Alekseevich reacted to it as follows: Michael, you would still be better expressed themselves rough prose. Later, strangely enough, we Dyadin friends and I wrote him his portrait. He was intelligent, educated man. Yes, in the same year the institute received my wife, but she been studying short-lived, abandoned, although it was still quite talented. After the fifth course, I do not remember already influenced by what or whom, it seems Batova, I went to practice in the Kalinin region. Since I went to Eugene and Batov ...

[v_r]

In the early 90's were a lot of scams. Unfortunately it is touched and Michael Ryasnyanskii.
In 1991. A certain Moscow firm "Premiere" robbed of many artists.
The father of these "firmachi kidnapped more than a hundred works. They took the best jobs, those that were not intended for sale. Among the stolen works were 40's, 50's, 60-ies that he particularly valued. Narrative painting stolen 70-80-ies. All this was intended for a solid exhibition. This "company" vanished.
After years of trials in 1997. was adjudicated that the paintings should be returned to its rightful owner.
Pictures back and could not ...
After the father died, I accidentally discovered that 2 of the stolen paintings were sold at auction "Dorotheum" 15 November 2000.
I do not believe that I can return stolen. Most importantly a good memory, but not money.
The meaning of this message is not that I want to find, punish, to find justice. No - it is not.
For the most accurate and impartial research is not enough material and access to this material I have not.
But his portrait, still want to find and return.

[SAH]

A fine picture of the "wedding".

[v_r]

Сообщение от SAH

A fine painting "wedding".

painting "Village Wedding" is good, but her fate is not good: (

[dedulya37]

Сообщение от v_r

I do not believe that I can return stolen.

If you have saved at least some photos of the stolen works, you can place them here in a separate topic. Maybe there when.
We also have four of the "go" to an exhibition in Spain and never returned.
But sure to emerge, I'm sure.

[v_r]

From 1957 to 1968. Michael Ryasnyanskii lived and worked in Moldova. He taught at the Chisinau School of Arts. In Moldova, were to remain it sold, donated and sent to museums work. Here are some titles of works created in Moldova:
"Girlfriends"
"Moldavanka"
"Moldovenesc"
"Villagers"
Could find only one bad photograph picture "Moldovenesc"
I would like to inquire as to what is left of Moldovan museum of his works.
Perhaps there will be his disciples in Moldova.