I was born in St. Petersburg in 2005. My birth happened absolutely unexpectedly, since at that time I was driving along the embankment of the Black River and nothing and nothing, let alone the birth of an artist, did not bode well. But, nevertheless, I was born exactly there, on the embankment of the Chernaya Rechka, and my first cry was heard by my aunts who were selling canvases and paints in the “Artist” store, which I then immediately drove into when I was born. Fortunately, this store was also located there. So suddenly I began to draw, not having drawn even a single kalyak-malyak since kindergarten. I was a businessman, entrepreneur, restaurateur, developer, and although I knew a lot about painting as a result of frequent visits to world museums, it never occurred to me to create myself. But when I was born, I began to cheerfully twist my legs and arms, and soon the hands were tied up with a dozen kalyak malyaks, and the legs brought me to my friend, artist Andrey Zakerzyanov, and, showing him my first soiled diapers, I asked him to take me as an apprentice. Andrey looked at my creations for a long time, and then said: - To teach a scientist is only to spoil. Go Misha and work. There is something in your works. Therefore, either you will soon give up this occupation as absolutely not financially promising "tyzhbusinessman!", Or you will become an original self-taught artist and it will be much more interesting than thousands of trained, but not interesting artists. And I, having listened to Andrey, did not begin to learn from anyone, but began to draw every day with the stubbornness of a fanatic. So since that time I have been drawing. He painted hundreds of pictures. My first public appearance was initiated by Dima Pilikin in 2007. Then he and Vitaly Pushnitsky kept the Belka and Strelka gallery in the attic of a St. Petersburg house on the embankment. This is where my first public exhibition took place. Inna Pozina even made a film about me for this event. As a St. Petersburg restaurateur, I then ran the Makarov restaurant on Pestel, and suddenly became an artist. Well, the people came to a fig, but there was little use from this exhibition. I drew then, though boldly, but still weakly. From that period, only a few works survived. I wrote everything down over time. And my second exhibition took place already in Astana in 2012 or 13. Somehow there were then connections with Kazakh comrades and they invited me to make a large exhibition in the shopping center. Well, there was more sense. I managed to sell a couple of works for good money. Thousand for 10 dollars. Then there was an exhibition in St. Petersburg at Larisa's gallery "Master" this year in 2014 also sold 3 works. I had a small piece of work for the 10th exhibition in Zurich, Switzerland. Also familiar musicians were invited to take part in some kind of movement. I sold one work. For 8 thousand euros. It was 2018. And in 2019 there was a large exhibition of mine in “Kostya Kreuz's apartment”, many works were exhibited. After that, there were also sales later. I also exhibited my work in Los Angeles, as one year 2018 I was a member of the Los Angeles Artists Association. They do a free exhibition once a year for all the members at will. I also sold something there. Well, perhaps my whole biography for today. I write in periods. Now I am drawn to one thing, then to another. I understand that an artist should have his own style, it’s easier to work with him, but I’m bored to draw everything in one key, and I think there are enough such artists. But I came up with my own style and called it "Emotionism". A style in which only one condition is important - whatever you write, it should evoke emotion in the viewer. And the thing should work not with the head and mind of the viewer, but with his feeling directly, bypassing his head. If a person laughs or cries, falls into melancholy and wants to strangle the artist - everything is fine. The main thing is that he is not bored. EMOTIONISM!