Video is in Russian language only. Oleg Pomerantsev was born on January 1, 1949 in Ghelyabinsk. His parents came to the Urals from Ribinsk. His father, Igor Pavlovich, moved there in 1947 and his mother, Olga Konstantinovna, in 1948. They were the original settlers of a town in the Chelyabinsk region that is presently named Ozersk. Oleg’s mother and sister, Lyudmila, still live there. Oleg’s father was a safety engineer and his mother was a nurse. After graduation, Oleg was e

The most important thing about a person is his inner world. It radiates through his appearance, behavior and manner of speech. When we were young we didn’t give this any thought, but Oleg was different from us, in his self sufficiency and matured originality. For us, the city dwellers, the disparity between us sometimes brought on tender emotions and, at times, pity for the unadjusted Oleg. There were many of us, we all tried to fit in and conform to the mold. Oleg never did,

I was asked to write a few words about artworks of Oleg Pomerantsev, but are words really necessary? Everything is absolutely clear as is. Every watercolor – a little miracle. Every single one of them is a piece of his soul. His works are alive, they speak for themselves. In essence, this is what makes art magic. This is the sign of great mastery. This is the Gift that is granted only to the Great Artist #photo

Hi, Dear Oleg! Something has changed in our lives after you decided the Earth is too small for you and you left us for some other vast realms. They say no one is irreplaceable, but there are exceptions. We miss you very much. We miss your jokes. Your jokes were maybe naïve and childlike, and at times out of context, yet they were so funny and unexpected it left us in tears and often turned into our own private catch phrases. Ah, your stories about fishing and mushroom hunting