Through Agnetta's eyes, hands, and mind she
dreams, explores, creates and crafts
artistic representations of the world
Each work is a stylistic study,
an interpretation of an existing artwork,
or a creation of imagination
A Visual Studio
Work & Commissions
A designed experience for your eyes interacting with your emotions
Meet The Artist:
Oil Painter, Mixed Media Dabbler
Lived in NYC, PA, GA, and NC
Bachelor Degree in Fine Arts,
East Stroudsburg University
Heavy Rain, Trees, Wide Open Sky, Streams, Rescuing Animals, Baking Treats, Playing Games, Eating Food, Handwriting Letters
What I Do
One day home alone, around 6 years old, I found a large cardboard box and some wall paint. I made a primitive scene of a boat in front of the sunset over the ocean. My family came home and I was afraid they might be upset, but years later I found it hanging still in their garage.
Scribbles up and down my classnotes and homework, slips of paper all over the house with caricatures, and tiny nubs of used out coloring pencils. My Dad thought I needed a better and more productive outlet, and with the help of my Grandparents they sent me to a small painting group.
Sergey Lukianov's Art Studio became my family. I spent years exploring my natural talents (and developing my weaker ones), while singing out loud and laughing with 4 other girls and 2 other women. I came to the studio expecting to spend a couple of weekends a month doing something out of the house, and slowly opened up myself to their friendship, their inspirations, and I learned that this was my passion all along and I must explore it further.
Who I Am
I'm a first-generation Ukranian-American from Brooklyn, New York. Most of my family was born and raised in Odessa, and two-by-two they immigrated to the United States. Although living in America, like most immigrants, we surrounded ourselves in an entirely Ukranian-Russian culture in Brighton Beach. My father wouldn't allow anybody to speak English around me until I went to grade school, where every year I discovered I was somewhere in between two cultures.
As I matured I was fascinated by many culutres and both the differences and similarities we held across distances and time. The one thing that every civilization, across all ages, all centuries, and all countries was Art.
Between divorces, moving several times a year, joining new schools twice a grade, and meeting and saying goodbye to friends - my only constant center of solace was Art of any kind. Music, dancing, chalk, theatre, pencils, cardboard, anything I could put my hands on - and finally the moment I decided I was an artist - painting.
The thing is, I'm not in it for the money right now. Enjoy the designs of my work, but I am too overencumbered with work and my personal life to focus on art as a career. I love the breath art gives me, and I love how art trained my eyes to look at my every day with artistic speculation. Every time I take a break from the computer to look out the window, I see the imperfect pattern of bricks on the building across the street; I see the embossing of the bark on the tree in front of my house; I see the way the sunlight reflects through something opaque, and leaves a colored shadow in the middle of a canvas of grey shadows; I see the edges of a person's face who walks by and wonder what tone of shading their cheekbones require.
Art has changed me, in the way that learning the alphabet can change how you learn other things, and in the way that learning to speak can change how you communicate with others. I am not speaking poetically, this is simply the best way I can describe my answer to the question, "Why art?"
How I Work
Picture a Sun shining warmly onto a back patio, or through the living room window. Music fills the room with a particular emotion, influencing your mind. A palette of colors mashed together in what could only be described as random trial-and-error. A small, organized box of paint tubes ready for picking, as well as instruments of creation; brushes, compressed air, gold foil, leaves and tissue paper for texture.
Take a picture of your creation to get a different perspective. No matter how closely you scrutinize your work, nothing quite shows you the big picture like a flat photograph.
Take a break, go have some tea. Sit and stare at your drying paint while you plot your next layers. Make some quick additions in sharp, bold acrylic strokes. Later, make some slow oil additions by constantly blending and blending until you don't see where it all changes.
Now, take off your apron, let down your hair, and come back in a few weeks when inspiration strikes again.