{"id":15017,"date":"2026-07-18T10:00:00","date_gmt":"2026-07-18T08:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/expatkaliningrad.com\/?p=15017"},"modified":"2026-07-14T21:41:48","modified_gmt":"2026-07-14T19:41:48","slug":"victor-ryabinin-artist","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/expatkaliningrad.com\/ru\/victor-ryabinin-artist\/","title":{"rendered":"Victor Ryabinin Artist: a man who continues to inspire"},"content":{"rendered":"
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A scene from Otradnoye beach, January 2005<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

18 July 2026 – Victor Ryabinin Artist: a man who continues to inspire<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This post\u2019s feature photograph rates as one of my favourites from the album devoted to Victor Ryabinin, a friend and Kaliningrad artist who died on the 18th of July 2019<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It holds a special place in my memory, for in a brief snapshot, a split second in time, it captures one of Victor’s most endearing character traits, that admirable part of his personality which demonstrates his ability to play down adversity and take everything in his stride. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Victor Ryabinin Artist: a man who continues to inspire<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

Staying with my recent focus on the small, Baltic coastal resort of Otradnoye<\/a>, the aforementioned photograph was taken on Otradnoye Beach in January 2005, following an unseasonably wet November and December. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The high earthen banks skirting Otradnoye beach had, after two months of nigh-incessant rain, sunk sponge-like into themselves, and the underlying soil erosion, together with high winds, had, by the dual action of undermining and invisible climatic battering, caused the banks to slip and the trees to break and splinter. In the worst scenario, entire trees had been brought out by their roots, and those not already strewn across the beach were stumbling like a drunken orgy to join the ones that had.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Victor Ryabinin Artist: a man who continues to inspire<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

Somehow, our gallant little group, consisting of Victor, Olga, Olga\u2019s son Daniel, myself and an English friend called Barry, had descended to the beach by way of the crumbling banks. Our walk from Svetlogorsk had been a dicey one, rain-soaked and windswept, alleviated only by a planned excursion to Brachert House Museum<\/a>. Now, standing on the beach, ready to take that iconic picture, although the wind had dropped a little, the rain was with us again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Whilst I huddled up in my totally inappropriate London city overcoat, which, being made of pure new wool, would, by the end of the day, thanks to the teeming rain, be twice as heavy as when I had taken it from the wardrobe, Victor, demonstrating typical nonchalance, lowered his umbrella. And that\u2019s the spirit in which I knew him and also how I remember him. For all I know, he may have been privately carrying all the cares in the world on his shoulders, but if such had been the case, he certainly never showed it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

It is true his symbolist art betrayed a tormented sensibility. It had been with him since his childhood and was the driving force behind his work. Victor sometimes hinted that he was locked within an eternal struggle, with haunting apparitions of the ruins in which he had been born and the echo of the city\u2019s suffering ringing in his ears. Growing up in this traumatised environment, his gentle disposition and vulnerable romanticism experienced at first-hand the slow, grinding metamorphosis from scarred and bombed-out shell to modern-thriving urban centre, but the world beyond which shaped his city never left his heart. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I sometimes felt this pain and made it mine, but for me it was but a fleeting impression, not something forged across a lifetime. I could drop the catch, whilst he could not, or give it back whenever I chose, or so I erroneously told myself, whereas for him his only escape, albeit one which spiralled inwards, was through consultation with his muse and by working daily through his recollections on the level of social history. However, if this had been his mortal lot, he rarely ever showed it. To us, he was always and forever a pennies-from-heaven man, holding aloft his open umbrella, a twinkle in his philosophical eye and a smile upon his kindly face, skipping over the Kaliningrad potholes and singing in the rain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There is music in his memory, and I am privileged that it comes back to me almost every single day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Victor Ryabinin<\/a>: 17 December 1946-18 July 2019<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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^Why is that man carrying that dog? That’s a good question. Because he was convinced that it was a stray. So, he carried it for a mile or more along a narrow and winding seawall, and when he put it down, the ‘rescued’ dog trotted calmly away up and over the bank and presumably went home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Copyright \u00a9 2018-2026 Mick Hart. All rights reserved.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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