Magic world Mustafa Murtazaev, or How to learn to dream
An oriental fairy tale in spring: a flowering garden covered with Persian carpets, over which a heavily loaded man who has no arms soars easily, rising to the boundless sky. Think it doesn't happen? A fairy tale in reality or life is a continuous fairy tale - understand how you want, only this happens in life.
I want to tell you a story about a young Crimean artist, an adult child and a storyteller, who at the same time masterfully expresses his vision of the world oil paints on the canvas, about a young novice master Mustafa Murtazaev. A lot has been said about him and just as much left unsaid. So…
Mustafa was born in the village of Privetnoye, Alushta district in ordinary family. The boy had no hands. It seemed that the parents did not give it special significance He did everything on his own. Studied at regular school, had many friends. And only one thing was unusual about him: he painted all the time - on boards, on walls, on linoleum. At the age of 25, he came to the children's art school in the city of Alushta and the hard joint work of the student and talented teachers Anna Fedorovna and Valentin Viktorovich Lendel began. Then the school. Samokish. Lecturers: Dymanova T.T., Grishchenko V.I., Dudchenko N.Ya., Grigoriev V.I., Balkind E.L., Molchanova G.A.
Each of them put a particle of his soul into a talented and unusual student, and a grateful student was able to fit these particles into his soul and create from them huge world which can be seen in his paintings. The author himself says that he sees his future paintings in a dream. Then the “hunger of colors” is brewing and there is an urgent need to throw these colors onto the canvas. This is how a new masterpiece is born. His work is unlike anyone else's. He does not feed on other people's ideas, he gives birth to his own new life. The Crimean Tatar artist Ali Bekirov characterizes his work as follows: "He has a kind painterly style emanating from large patches of color, a great future lies ahead."
Each painting by Mustafa Murtazaev is a special plot, a unique coloring of colors, when the artist manages to convey the mood of a person without drawing details, but only through paints. “He loves red very much,” says his friend, artist Zubeir Kadri-Zade, about Mustafa, “this color is inherent in his works, freedom of thought is manifested through it. it life force and inspiration."
You have seen a picture where people have no faces, but at the same time you don’t want to see the eyes and nose at all, because color solution The plot is self-sufficient and does not require further development. Canopy. Table. Kettle. Not young married couple slowly with dignity begins to drink tea. The young hostess serves food with love and respect. Behind the canopy is a field and mountains. The figures of people are not detailed, but under the powerful pressure of colors one can feel the fusion of nature and man, the unity of youth and old age, harmony, peace and greatness of God's creations.
Through all the works of Mustafa Murtazaev there is a connection real life With oriental tale. The author himself is in love with a tall fair-haired girl and in all images he wants to show her beauty. Painting "Harem". Girls swim in the river. And in each of them - she is his favorite. Tent. Peacocks. A fairy tale in reality is as real as love itself.
Man lives by love. Once Mustafa thought that he was unloved and nobody needed him. So one of the seven self-portraits appeared. On it is sadness in pink and beige. But these same tones depict tenderness. This is Aunt Lucy. A lean woman in an old-fashioned cap, but how much grace and grace in the curves of her body, in the turn of her head, the folding of her hands. This grace is harmoniously emphasized by shades of brown, purple, blue - such depth in the combination of colors that the poverty of our speech is involuntarily felt.
“I want to be surprised and rejoice - this is a meeting with real art, the pictures are painted professionally and with high quality. The artist boldly explores color. Academic paintings are also subject to color. it direct continuation personalities", - says the artist Ismet Sheikh-Zade about M. Murtazaev.
Mustafa Murtazaev is an outstanding personality and at the same time an ordinary earthly person. His desires are simple and understandable: to build a workshop where it will be spacious and comfortable to create his little miracles, to create a museum of paintings. But the most important desire is to give impetus to life with their works. Each person is an individual and there is no need to merge into the same type of mass. He calls to awaken in himself the feelings that are inherent in children. Try to see the Persian carpet under your feet. Feel free to step on it, take off from the ground, rise to another, higher level - this is that dream from childhood, remember? No, the earth does not leave under your feet, just the heart is filled with colors: the sky is blue, the sun is golden, what greenery! Dust? No, it's just a little gray color. Dream people, dream!
Valentina Melnyk, employee of the All-Ukrainian Information and Cultural Center.
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Mustafa Murtazayev's exhibition is held at the All-Ukrainian Information and Cultural Center (Simferopol, Pavlenko St., 48 entrance 2), it will last until the end of August.
Communication with this amazing and an unusual person brings joy and turns the idea of the values of life. After encountering such people, strong in spirit, it becomes even ashamed: your problems are not so great. This is a persistent person who has subdued fear, indecision, uncertainty, a person who, in spite of everything, sings!
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- What made the artist sing on the street? When did you sing for the first time?
I have been singing since birth, everyone in my family sings and loves music. Father is a musician, plays keyboards. The group in which he used to play was called "Lale" ("Tulip"). It was he who taught me to sing, not to be shy, to feel free. Mom also sang beautifully, took first place in various competitions. And my grandfather sang, he was also a violinist. And I sing, I know our old folk songs. I want it not to be forgotten. Here on the Internet they wrote about me that I was begging, earning my living in this way, “rolled down” ... They wrote it wrong. I laughed, although it was not funny, even insulting, but I do not blame them ... I sing in order to bring people joy! I want to record my CD with Crimean Tatar songs, for this I need to save money for equipment ...
- And now you no longer draw?
Of course, I draw, but I alternate this activity with singing. Sometimes I draw for a month or two in a row. Now I have several paintings, I am planning an exhibition in Simferopol in the near future. Now I am fond of pastose painting. I rarely paint portraits, most of all I like to paint flowers...
- Who are your idols?
Van Gogh, Modigliani, Nicolas de Stael... I don't like academicism either, I prefer something else. The form should be simple and whole, and the details - they are not needed, there is only the form and energy of the form. In music, the idol Muslim Magomayev, now they don’t sing like that. Of the Crimean Tatar singers, I like Edip Asanov. Good songs him.
- Who taught you to draw?
I learned this craft before I started writing, at the age of ten. For some reason, the crows were the first to appear from under my pencil. Later, Anna Lendal, a teacher at the Alushta school, noticed something in me. art school"Dunno".
- Was it easy to draw?
At first, everything was difficult: either the pencil fell, or the brush did not hold, or the line was not drawn as it should be. But the teachers did not allow to lose heart and give up. They constantly reminded a simple truth: “You should not copy everything and draw it as it really is. Bring your elements, your shapes into the picture. And let there be a portrait with irregular facial features, but these will be your paintings. My parents have always supported me too. They said: "Do not give up, son, only by hard work and perseverance will you achieve success." And they were right!
- Where else did you study?
I entered art school. I've made friends who don't notice that I'm missing something. Among them, I would like to mention Elena Pavlovna Rozhenko, who greatly influenced me. Then he studied for four years at the Crimean National art academy, then - graduate school of the Kyiv National Academy of Architecture and Painting. Now I want to enter a variety school, I am invited to the third year right away ... However, there is a problem with registration at the place of residence. And so, in general, it's never too late to learn!
Why did you choose painting?
I’ve been like this from birth, some kind of energy is torn from within me, and something in me says: “Here I am!” I rejoice in everything that is around, and I do everything to share it, so that people can see, hear me, so that they feel warmth or some kind of joy! I think the artist has a certain mission - to show people what they don't notice, to make them think.
- What do you consider your highest achievement?
What have I achieved? Learned to be patient! There were some new views, deeper. It's a whole philosophy... Of the works, I would not single out special ones, they are all dear to me. Although portraits, of course, are more expensive than other works. I have a portrait of my mother, it occupies a separate place in life and in my heart.
- Do you speak Crimean Tatar?
Yes, of course, I say. Grew up with grandma, grandpa - how can I not speak mother tongue? I'm not wild. ( Laughs.)
- What distinguishes you from other people, from other artists, singers?
Probably my perseverance, my stubbornness and purposefulness. If someone wants to do something, to achieve something, then no one will stop him.
- What would you change in your destiny, in life, if it were possible?
I can say that I am satisfied with fate, I do not regret anything in my life. This is a challenge. I am grateful to the Almighty - but he gave me a bright head, a real human heart. And if you think on a larger scale - if I could, I would turn weapons into water, so that the world would be, so that people would not know what greed, greed is ...
Of course not. People are different ... and there is a lot of negativity. It happens that they say: “What a shame! Found a way to make money. At such moments, I think: it is better to remain silent, everyone has their own way to achieve their goals. I have no right to condemn or blame anyone!
At the end of our conversation, Mustafa spoke about his problems, about the fact that he could not register due to the lack of a state act for a land plot. There, he says, “a lot of stupid questions are asked, but my problem is not solved, and nothing moves from its place.” And asked for help.
He also wished everyone harmony, a rainbow sky, wished not to sit still, but to create for the good: to create, draw, sing, plant trees.
I became his fan, I wanted to support the fire of the tireless creativity of this man! I look forward to his new paintings, new exhibitions.
The Crimean artist tries to see the good in everything. Photo: Facts
Crimean Mustafa Murtazaev was born without both hands and one foot, but he really wanted to become professional artist. The teachers of the Crimean Art School were struck by Mustafa's perseverance: he tied a brush or pencil with an elastic band to the stump and patiently learned to work through small parts in the drawing.
There is no hostel for students in the school. Rent a house in Simferopol guy from poor family I couldn't, so I went to school from home. If there was a thunderstorm or snowfall, there was no transport to the village. And then I had to overcome on foot more than 25 kilometers. This despite the fact that the prosthesis on the leg weighed six kilograms and rubbed the skin to the blood. But for the sake of his dream, Mustafa was ready to endure any pain.
"Do you think I don't have fingers? They are inside, hidden under the skin."
Much has changed in Mustafa Murtazaev's life in five years. Now he lives in Kyiv, studies in the last year of the National Academy visual arts and architecture. He paints original canvases that are popular with connoisseurs of painting. His paintings are kept in private collections of collectors from England, Germany, Canada, Cuba, Russia and Ukraine... I made an appointment with Mustafa to meet at the studio of the academy. I found him there rearranging the stretchers. And, succumbing to a fit of pity, she offered her help.
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Mustafa paints pictures no worse than other artists. Photo: Facts |
How can you! You are a girl! - Mustafa does scary eyes. - I can handle it myself. Do you think I don't have fingers? They are inside, as if hidden under the skin. With the tip of the stump I feel the buttons on mobile phone, locks on clothes, a brush for painting ... And these are my paintings. Like?
Mustafa writes in an impassioned manner - strokes superimposed in a thick layer give objects a special shape and volume. A riot of colors reigns on the canvases and positive mood. The colors are bright, juicy, it is clear that the artist is truly in love with life. However, a portrait of a sad-eyed woman caught my attention.
This is my mother, she died a few years ago, - Mustafa says sadly. - Thanks to her, I learned to hold objects in my hands. My mother told me that I was born three months prematurely. Disabled, very weak, unable to eat on his own. The doctors suggested that my parents give me a lethal injection. Dad got angry: "If my son dies, then not from an injection" - and took me and my mother home. Grandmother read a prayer over me and began to feed from a pipette. Unexpectedly for everyone, I suddenly started eating and quickly gained weight.
As a child, he learned to hold a spoon for a long time, holding it with both hands. The spoon kept falling, I got angry. Mom persuaded: "You can't just give up. Try again." In the end, "defeated" the spoon, and then learned to use a knife and fork. Once, when I was about five years old, there was a program called "In the Animal World" on TV. They talked about cheetahs. I have never seen such beautiful animals before. grabbed ballpoint pen and immediately portrayed an exotic predator. Accidentally seeing the drawing, the father asked whose it was. "Mine," I say. My father believed me only after I drew a new cheetah in front of him.
I remember director high school did not want to take me to the first class: "How will he write? No, take your child to a special school." My father winked at me: "Come on, son, draw something." I quickly sketched the wolf. The director's glasses went up in surprise, and he enrolled me in the first class. It was not easy at school: I was constantly teased. I had sympathy for the girl from the parallel class. One day I mustered up the courage to walk up to her. But the girl screamed, "Don't come near!" and pushed me away. There was horror and disgust in her eyes...
That day I came home in tears. My father said: "Son, we need to strengthen the spirit" and began to teach me to play sports. I did karate, boxing, I could do push-ups from the floor a thousand times. Sports have helped me a lot. When classmates are again they called me a "stump", I could not stand it and beat three at once. After this incident, my father forbade me to go to karate, but at school I was respected.
"I peel potatoes even faster than the other guys"
All free time I drew something, Mustafa continues. - However, I was afraid to go to art school. I thought they wouldn't accept a cripple. I was already 25 years old when my father persuaded me to apply. At first, the teachers were frightened: how can a person be taught to draw if he, consider, has no hands? However, the father managed to convince the teachers. I was ten years older than the other students and I was ashamed of it. Now I regret that I didn't dare to do it sooner.
After graduating from school, Mustafa applied to the Crimean Art School named after Samokish. Publication about young talent in the media forced local authorities to pay attention to talented artist. The guy was presented with a Tavria car. According to the law, as a disabled person, he is given a free car from the state, but for many years he stood in line at number 500, and the line did not even move. People's Deputy Refat Chubarov worked hard to Kharkov Institute orthopedics and traumatology, a new prosthesis was made for Mustafa. Unlike the previous one, the prosthesis developed by German experts weighs only 800 grams. Now Mustafa can both run and jump.
After college, the guy became a student of the Crimean branch of the National Academy of Fine Arts and Architecture. Last year, he came to the capital to enter the fifth year to receive a specialist diploma.
Oh, how I was afraid of the entrance exam! Mustafa admits. - I thought: why did I come? Still, they won't accept it. The first of all the applicants painted a picture from the production and gave it to the selection committee. I wanted to go home as soon as possible. And suddenly they announce: "Mustafa Murtazaev, score - four. You are enrolled." I already jumped for joy!
At home, in the Crimea, they told me: you will not survive in Kyiv. This is an evil city, everything is decided by money and power. But for me, Kyiv has become a good city. Here I met wonderful teachers and true comrades. We have a very friendly group.
While we were talking, other students came to the workshop. The boys greeted Mustafa by shaking his right stump. The girls kissed him on the cheek. It is clear that he is the favorite of the group.
It's true: Mustafa falls in love with him from the first phrase, - says Yana Karpunina, a student of the academy. - And where does he get so much optimism? Sometimes you come to him bad mood- instantly cheer up. He always has new jokes and anecdotes in stock. Do you know how Mustafa cooks? Real jam. Delicious salads, soups, potatoes...
So you're also a cook?
Why are you so surprised? Mustafa shrugs. - I peel potatoes even faster than other guys. Most of all I like to cook mashed potatoes. Sometimes I cook a large pot in the hostel and treat my friends. For me, there are no barriers in my life. When I come to the village to my father, I carry buckets of water - one in my hand. And I chop wood. Also, I play table tennis I drive a car and walk on my hands. Don't believe? I'll show you now.
Mustafa bent down, rested his stumps on the floor, threw his legs up and ... walked!
He's invincible, you know? - student Artem Trushel talks about a friend. - Mustafa cannot be stopped by difficulties. His example inspires us. Is it possible to give up if there is such a person nearby?
"I have won the right to marry not according to tradition, but to the woman I love"
Mustafa is very open, temperamental and writes in the same way, - he praises his classmate Jan. - His paintings are juicy, emotional, extraordinary: it is impossible to remain indifferent.
That's probably why they sell so well.
AT in social networks I post pictures of my work, Mustafa explains. - People come to my page, ask: "Can I buy this?" Although I can’t sell some paintings: too much soul has been invested in them. For example, I worked on one still life for almost two years. They wanted to buy it for five thousand dollars. This is a huge amount, but for me the canvas is priceless. Or a portrait of my mother: it will always be with me. In general, the paintings are selling well, enough to live in the capital.
I dream of writing a lot of works, selling them and building a house. I want to get married, but I have nowhere to bring my wife. In 1989, my parents returned from Uzbekistan to the Crimea, to the village of Privetnoye. However, the house where my grandmother lived before the deportation was occupied by other people. We started building new house just finished last year. My brother recently got married and brought his wife. So, I need to think about my own housing.
Do you have a bride in mind?
My favorite girl lives in Simferopol. We've been together for six years. My father insisted that, according to tradition, I marry a Crimean Tatar woman. However, I won the right to be with the woman my heart chose. I sincerely believe that with your work you can achieve any goal. The main thing is to want it with all your heart. In the morning I wake up with the first rays of the sun and thank the Almighty for living, breathing the air, painting pictures. It's already a lot. The rest, as they say, will follow.
Others with such a fate would break, but he, on the contrary, strives for joy, for the sun, - Anatoly Zorko, associate professor of painting at the National Academy of Fine Arts and Architecture, admires his student. You can see it in his paintings. Mustafa does not like to be helped. He himself carries heavy stretchers, prepares a palette. But squeezing paint out of zinc tubes without hands is very difficult ... He is extremely purposeful. As soon as I do the setting, I look, Mustafa was the first to grab the brush and is already applying strokes.
He writes in an expressive manner, or, as they say, "feelings". It can be seen that every stroke passes through the soul. It happens like this: the Almighty took away his palms, but in return gave him the talent of a painter. Mustafa naturally sees color and color. His paintings stand out noticeably against the background of the works of other students. By the way, Mustafa's paintings have been noted more than once at all-Ukrainian exhibitions.
Recently I learned about his other talent. I had a birthday. Mustafa came up and asked: "Do you want me to give you a song?" And how to sing! I have never heard such voices. While Mustafa sang for me "Apple Trees in Blossom" by the famous Soviet singer and composer Yevgeny Martynov, I thought: what can we compare his voice with? And remembered. Only larks sing so high at dawn.
I began to sing before speaking, - Mustafa smiles. - When I draw, I usually sing under my breath. The song itself comes from the throat, helps to write. As a child, he often sang at weddings. And now, if anyone has a holiday, they ask me to sing. Friends recorded my songs and posted them on the Internet. If you are interested, type my name in the search engine and listen.
Mustafa has an unusually strong voice - three and a half octaves. He sings so soulfully about separation from his beloved that goosebumps run down his back. Most of all, Mustafa loves to perform songs of famous performers in the Soviet Union. Because they are "meaningful".
Friends insisted that I try my hand at the show "X-Factor," says Mustafa. - Last Sunday I came to the preliminary casting. sang a song soloist of VIA"Flowers" by Alexander Losev "My clear star". The expert who selected the participants of the show was silent for a long time, and then he says to me: "You sing very correctly, like in an opera. And we are looking for pop performers. Come next year."
At first I was upset. Then I thought about it and decided that there was no reason to be upset. After all, I live in Kyiv, and a lot passes here vocal shows. I will go to all auditions. Once I did not believe that I would become an artist. But he got his way!
AT recent times I have to travel a lot. It is understandable, because the desire to participate and win in various Junkor contests and festivals is natural for a boy of my age. So I travel from city to city at the awards ceremony. And during the next trip to the capital city of Kyiv, unexpected meeting with an amazing and unusual person, communication with which turned my idea of the values of life.
I don't really like road trips, but this is a special case. Together with my mentor Mustafa Arifov, we sat in the car and discussed the results of the presentation. And suddenly our attention was attracted by a handsome young man who, limping slightly, walked past us into the vestibule. Something in his appearance alerted us, but at first we did not understand what it was. Everything fell into place as the stranger walked back to his compartment. He did not have the hands of both hands, but bright picture that he was holding shoulder joints, carried very carefully. We looked at him in shock, and then, having come to our senses, we decided: “We will definitely get to know each other and, having interviewed,“ draw ” portrait essay". Moreover, Mustafa Islyamovich remembered that he had once seen a TV show about this Crimean artist and his name is also Mustafa, and his last name seems to be Murtazaev. Without thinking twice, they grabbed a notebook and a pen, a camera and a voice recorder - the full "combat" arsenal of a journalist and rushed into the "attack".
And here we are sitting in the first compartment and talking with the originator of our commotion. Mustafa Bey immediately warned that he could not stand the pitiful looks and stupid questions of impudent journalists. Once in Kyiv, where he is now finishing his studies at the National Academy of Fine Arts, journalists came to his room and said from the threshold: “Show me how you peel potatoes!”
He answered them too rudely and, without restraining his emotions, pointed to the door. Noticing a silent question in our eyes, he slowly began his story.
-I was born like this- shyly covering his hands, our interlocutor shares with us and continues, - When my mother was pregnant with me, I developed normally for about six months. But then something happened to her body, irreversible processes began. The doctors decided that the fatal role here was played by the fact that before giving birth, my mother worked in cotton fields, which were constantly treated with the strongest defoliant chemicals. From the first minute of my birth, the doctor who delivered the baby suggested that my parents kill the disabled baby. But the father flatly refused such "mercy". You know, if I had not been born like that, I would hardly have been an artist, I would have been an unremarkable boy, of which hundreds walk the streets. Mom always jokes: “You, like an alien from another planet, came to us on Earth to share kindness.”
He really shared kindness with the people around him, until the family moved to the Crimea, to the historical homeland of his ancestors. In the village of Privetnoye, not far from Alushta, a boy from a poor Crimean Tatar family always had to prove to everyone that he was no different from those around him.
- Classmates called me names and poisoned me, Mustafa Bey says bitterly. They called me "freak", then "stump", then "devil". At any opportunity, they tried to give a cuff or rudely and evilly, jokingly, humiliate. Seeing that I could not stand up for myself, my father began to teach martial arts. But soon the training had to be canceled, as the parents of my offenders complained to the director that I had “brought up” their boorish offspring.
What else did you not like about school? - I'm interested.
- Exact sciences and especially mathematics. After all, there is something that is higher than it, the sixth sense - intuition. And he didn’t like to write - he couldn’t write letters for a long time, the pen constantly fell out. The doctor made a prosthesis for right hand but he just got in the way. Seeing that it was very difficult for me, my parents always supported me. They said: "Don't give up, son, only by hard work and perseverance will you achieve success." And they were right!
By the age of ten, my interlocutor rode a bicycle, chopped wood, dug a garden, hammered nails, in general, performed any task. homework. He also knew how to draw. True, he learned this craft before he began to write. The crows were the first to appear from under his pencil, somehow attracting the boy's attention. Later, Anna Lendal, a teacher at the Alushta Art School, began to develop his talent, having considered the extraordinary gift of the artist.
- She said so: “You will grow real master brushes, just don't give up. And, you know, she was right. True, at first everything was very difficult for me: either the pencil falls, or the brush does not hold, or the line is not drawn as it should be. But the teachers did not allow to lose heart and give up. They constantly reminded me of a simple truth: “You should not copy everything and draw it as it really is, bring your own elements, your own forms into the picture and let there be a portrait with irregular facial features. But these will be your pictures,- says our interlocutor.
Already in adulthood enrolled in art school. At first, the students were wary of him. But then they got used to an unusual looking classmate and became his true friends.
-My friends don't notice that I'm missing something. They see my work, which is not like the work of other brush masters. They like my perseverance, my stubbornness and purposefulness, - he shares and continues without hiding his pride, - in my opinion, a real artist needs not hands, but a sensitive heart and perseverance. If someone wants to do something, to achieve something, then no one will stop him.
My hero did it. Over the past three years, Mustafa Bey has more than eighty paintings in demand by both domestic gallery owners and foreign collectors - portraits, landscapes and still lifes. His fans are always looking forward to new paintings, new exhibitions from him. And I hope that my very main picture which will bring him world fame Mustafa Murtazaev will draw more.
