Zhanna Averbukh, The Artist

Happiness and Sorrow Through Art

 
Life is full of contrasts, unexpected events, and beautiful images of nature. I spent time wandering the streets of New York City with a little camera, catching the beauty of the moments. New York is not only the city that never sleeps. It is the city that never has the same color, the same mood.
I participated in Brooklyn Photography Club competitions, in exhibitions at the Salt Marsh Nature House, and in others locally.
Out of these events grew a desire to be immersed in art more deeply.
I became a member of several art groups and gained experience, studying various techniques.
The first paintings I introduced were at the “Brooklyn Festival of The Arts”.
I was featured twice in Brooklyn Waterfront Artists Coalition (BWAC) exhibitions.
In 2018 my art was presented at an exhibit at Greenpoint Gallery. Shawn James, the owner of the Gallery wrote in the acceptance letter “Your works are reminiscent of cubism and abstract expressionism and the bright colors make them pop.”  His recognition made me very happy.
As a member of the Jewish Folk Craft and Art Guild (JFCGI), I exhibited my paintings and photography at UJA and JCRC.
I had a solo exhibition, “From the Beginning…”, of my photos and paintings at the Kings Bay Library, Brooklyn.
In 2019 I was invited to join the Brooklyn Streetcar Artists Group, BSAG. My involvement in BSAG events like “Sheepshead Bay Stroll” and the “Brighton Jubilee” was very successful. My, all-time updated works, are at Window into Art.
My paintings and photography were presented at the solo exhibition “Happiness and Sorrow Through Art” at the Gowanus Gallery at Park Slope 2021.
In my paintings, I try to show my understanding of our place in the Universe.
Our life doesn't always go smoothly. In my paintings, I try to show reflections, mirroring, the distractions, and longing for connections at the same time.
While working on the painting “Longing for Connection”, the poem came to my mind.

Explosion. Fractions. 

The shapes are different.

The colors don’t match.

A Memory of the past glued like a patch.

The memory of union,

The energy of light.

Then chaos, disarrangement, flight.

We are still longing for connections.

Был взрыв. Осколки взбрызгнулись

И в хаосе метались меняя цвет и форму.

Но осталась память.

О ровном свете льющимся в сознанье,

О тех, кто рядом был растаяв в никуда.

И все хранят мечту,

 протягивая сердце  для опознанья.

У каждого свои и поиск и мечта.