I have loved winter since I was a child and always tried to paint it despite cold weather.
Even my degree work was a “winter” one: “Skiers in the Park of Sokolniki”. In the early 70-ies I managed to paint some winter landscapes out of the window of my new flat in a block of flats on the outskirts of Moscow. In 1975 my husband built a winter studio on sledge runners for me and we chained it to a tractor. This house, covered with tarpaulin, was two metres square and had an iron stove, it kept warmth quite well. I enjoyed winter en plein air for about twenty years, moving from village to village. I painted frosty days with hoar-frost and beautiful snowy winters.