The author bought dozens of small, inexpensive Soviet paintings that depicted landscapes in a rougher style reminiscent of where they grew up. For four years, the author searched eBay daily, looking at thousands of paintings to find gems selling for low prices. They surrounded their home and children with these affordable yet high quality artworks, many of which now hang in their children's homes.
The author bought dozens of small, inexpensive Soviet paintings that depicted landscapes in a rougher style reminiscent of where they grew up. For four years, the author searched eBay daily, looking at thousands of paintings to find gems selling for low prices. They surrounded their home and children with these affordable yet high quality artworks, many of which now hang in their children's homes.
The author bought dozens of small, inexpensive Soviet paintings that depicted landscapes in a rougher style reminiscent of where they grew up. For four years, the author searched eBay daily, looking at thousands of paintings to find gems selling for low prices. They surrounded their home and children with these affordable yet high quality artworks, many of which now hang in their children's homes.
The Soviet paintings eventually took over our house.
Most of them were small and
insanely inexpensive, and I bought dozens of them. The Soviet era produced its own impressionism, often depicting landscapes, rougher and harsher than the classic French versions but much to my taste and reminiscent of where I grew up in western Canada. While seeking them out, I exposed myself to a larger number of paintings, I like to think, than anyone else in history. For at least four years, starting in 2001, I searched eBay, looking at roughly a thousand paintings a day,* seeking the one or two in that number that were of genuine quality. It was most often a Russian or Soviet landscape selling for a song—better paintings than I had ever seen in galleries or museum collections in Toronto. I would place them in a list of items I was interested in—an eBay feature— print them out, lay them on the floor, and then ask my wife, Tammy, to help me narrow my choices. She has a good eye and a fair bit of training as an artist. We would discard anything we found to be flawed and purchase what remained. Because of this, my kids grew up surrounded by art, and it certainly left an impression. Many of my paintings now hang in their respective dwellings. (They tended to avoid the more political Soviet propaganda, which I was interested in because of its historical significance and because of the ongoing war on the canvases between art—a consequence of the painter’s undeniable talent—and the propaganda that art was doomed to serve. I can tell you that the art shines through the propaganda as the years pass by. That is something very interesting to observe.) I also tried, at about that time, to make my university office beautiful. After I was transferred from an office I had already put some work into, the same artist who helped redesign the interior of our house (and from whom I also purchased many large paintings, which also hang in our house) tried to help me transform my new factory- like, fluorescent-lit catastrophe of a 1970s sealed-windows hellhole office into something that someone with some sense could sit in for thirty years without wanting to die. Faculty members were forbidden to undertake any major modifications to these spaces, due to union requirements (or administration interpretations of those requirements). So, my artist friend and I devised an alternate plan. We decided to insert some heavy, nickel-plated hooks into the cinderblock, in pairs about four feet apart and seven feet above the ground, and then to hang from those hooks good three-quarter-inch sanded and stained wood sheets with cherry veneer on one side. Voila: wood-paneled office, for the cost of about eight seventy-five-dollar pieces of plywood, plus some labor. We were going to install these on a weekend, when there was no one else around. Then we planned to paint the drop ceilings (carefully, as