A portrait of my dear father, Arsentiy Mordyakov, created for his birthday in 2020. He was turning 77!
A month after this portrait was created my father passed away
My father was an architect. Most of his life he worked in a small Siberian town Surgut, where I was born. He started working at times, when there were almost no buildings at all — and together with his colleagues shaped the way this town looks now. Here you can see some of his projects.
Rest in peace, dear father!
