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Vivid pictures Peter Frolov incredibly fabulous and recognizable. They live the magical characters, beautiful ladies card, fruit, medieval city ... A complex plot lines are so intertwined and invented, that sometimes you think, maybe the artist dreamed such dreams?

31 tram rumbled on the Palace Bridge and grudgingly opened the door opposite the Hermitage. A six year old Peter jumped off the footboard and busily stamped on the promenade, new shoes a little shook under his feet rustled the leaves, boats plied the Neva River, leaving a dark water white frothy tail. Сентябрь 80 th was warm and sunny. For Petya rushed mom, she was dragging a large calico folder stuffed with gouaches and drawings. That summer Peter drew a lot. After 15 minutes, started first lesson in children's studio "We are drawing in the Hermitage," ...
 

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Peter Frolov was born in Leningrad in March 1974. In the six years he entered the school children's art at the Hermitage.
 
Professor painting Vasili teacher closed the door. In the long corridor with plaster sculptures were empty and hollow, noisy school day ended. Old teacher kneaded cigarette, patted the pockets of a jacket worn in the search for matches, "he muttered huskily:" Well, once again kicked out of a talented guy! "", Glancing at his watch - already 6 in the Cafe washer "brought a fresh" Zhiguli ", it's time that I . From behind the door came the teacher's head teacher raised his voice: "I Frolova chemistry, physics, algebra and geometry" two ", plus he's always stir the whole class to all sorts of ugliness." Vasily snorted contemptuously and a shuffled his wardrobe. March 1988 was dull and muddy. Graders Peter Frolov left to study at the Art School the past three months.
 
In 1985, Peter Frolov enrolled in secondary Art School. Johansson at the Academy of Arts. Along with the regular program at the school taught painting, drawing and composition. In 1988, for poor progress on the exact sciences Frolova expelled from school.
 
I got a job in the Russian Museum as a loader. In the beginning I was very kind to me, dragged paintings, believed that attached to the great art. Then he used to, petrified and did not have particularly examined, that I am - a masterpiece or just a canvas in a heavy frame. In those hazy 90's everywhere showed Soviet-era monuments, particularly valuable was taken to Russian Museum and placed in a small hallway. The corridor was dusty and dark, party monsters hung from the ceiling with dirty silhouettes with arms outstretched clutching a cap or key of the index finger. Once we have our whole team moving a Chagall painting. I bravely strode to the "Red Jew" on his shoulder. Passing a "party" corridor, I heard a nasty crackling and realized with horror that the bronze finger Comrade Kalinin proporol sad "Red Jew". I am very frightened, but it all ended in a simple reprimand, and deprived of their bonuses. After 18 years I visited the Chagall exhibition at the Grand Palais and proudly showed his wife restorations for completely patched Sadder "Red Jew".
            
From 1989 to 1991 worked as a loader Frolov-riggers in the Russian Museum, has written, took private lessons with a beautiful Russian artist Valentina Gerasimova.

 
... Vislous conductor in worn boots smokes flavored "Gitanes". Heat. North Station. Paris. Moves past the relaxed European crowd. Knocking wheels bourgeois suitcases, long-haired students shuffle sneakers, high drag rucksacks. I am standing on the platform. Mother, father and brother Sasha pushed into the vestibule. They leave in Leningrad, and I'm staying in Paris. It saddens me solemnly. The train starts. I was left alone in a strange, beautiful city, in the head Brench cutting the word "immigration". In the pocket of old jeans rolled four rectangle gay pyatisotfrankovoy bills. Pletus to the metro. "Hell, buy a ticket or jump over the turnstile ....
 
In 1991, Peter Frolov engaged illustrations to "Wandering Stars" by Sholom Aleichem and "The Catcher in the Rye" Salinger. For the first time the exhibition travels to the United States, then with my father, mother and brother in Paris. The family returned to Leningrad, Peter remained in Paris. Attempts to reach the Institute of Plastic Arts at the Pompidou Center. Learn French in school Alliance Francaise. Because of the complexities of documents Frolov did not come to the institute and six months, worked as a gardener in the suburbs of Paris. In the garden of one of the clients in an old greenhouse equip the studio, wrote a great deal from life. At three months, leaving with an exhibition in Oslo, returns to Paris.

  ... Cross-eyed cat Mountie, not a cat jumped out awkwardly from the closet to my palette, mixed embossed paint, turned the vial diluent dissatisfied squeaked and waddle pokosolapil on their feline cases, color smudging the floor. For several days I live in the quiet town of Trumbull in the state of Connecticut, New England. Trumbull has completely destroyed my youthful view of America. There was no noisy bars, filled with neon skyscrapers, and most importantly, there was no luxury tanned blondes in cowboy hats. In the town everything was clean, quiet and sleepy, close-cropped lawns, small houses, and instead lean blonde granny in white sneakers for jogging. Tired of the monotony, I decided to ride on the outskirts. I stole a bike and master's pokolesil to clean the paths. I traveled long, on trees and skipping rope squirrels got dark in the cozy little houses lighted lamps. Skyscrapers, saloons and blondes so far. Darkness had fallen completely. Suddenly, I realized with horror that I do not remember way back, and I do not remember the names of people with whom I lived, their phone and address. Even the name of the town, I forgot his fright. I remember only a narrow street near the lake with a child named Robinvud Lane, which I was driving ...

... The police were thick, clumsy and polite, did not wear sunglasses, do not chew the cud, not snatched guns, a car drove carefully, not at all like a movie. Our house we found a late night. The next day came a note in the local newspaper: "The Russian artist who has lost his way" ...
 
Within three years, Peter Frolov lives in an American family of Mark and Mary Koechig. Participates in numerous art festivals in New England, arranges three solo exhibitions in the town of Stratford, returns to St. Petersburg, arrives in the industrialized Art Academy them. Baron Stieglitz (Mukhina's College) on the separation book graphics and prints. Because of the failure of "fonts" is translated in the Theater Institute at the office "artist scene." Exhibits in Budapest and Helsinki. Not survival rates, left for France. Lives and works in Normandy, after moving to Paris. Holds regular exhibitions in Rossiyskom cultural center of France. Twice a year, takes part in the exhibition of Contemporary Art Place de La Bastille. Starts exhibition activities on the riviera. Participates in the Provencal art festivals: from fantasy to fantasy, "" Autumn Salon Sanary Sur Mer "," A woman from Africa to Russia. "Posted on the large international exhibitions, Barcelona Art Expo, New New York Art Expo Fuar de Paris, as well as the fairgrounds Russian cultural centers in Brussels, Luxembourg, Helsinki, New Delhi.

Since 2006, Peter Frolov begins active exhibition activities in Moscow and St. Petersburg. Enters the Union of Artists of Russia. Instead famous academic giving behalf I.E Repin, in the Tver province acquires land and house-studio. Keen overglaze enamel painted ceramics, holds regular creative trips.