About the artist

surreal paintings of women by Veronica Winters
Veronica Winters in Naples, FL

I paint because I believe I can change the world. I paint because it keeps me alive. I create the surreal paintings of women that inspire others to understand and love themselves.

I grew up in a communist country with happy people living all around me. I graduated from high school in a suburb of Moscow two years after the fall of the Soviet Union. I went to Business College to receive my first Bachelor’s degree while the country was ravaged by high inflation, loss of jobs, steeling of natural resources, and families’ break ups. The entire country fell into that surreal mode of survival with millions of struggling people pushing it through. During my studies I hit the jackpot, when I received a full-ride scholarship to study in the U.S. for half a year. I didn’t know what it would be like, but I grabbed my suitcase and went to America. Upon my arrival I encountered a totally different, prosperous lifestyle with abundant opportunities and resources, where anyone who worked hard could succeed in life. I saw lonely people. I saw prosperous people. I saw focused students. I saw so many individuals with goals and dreams…

As you can see my first attempts to smile were not great (top left). I did it better in the preschool and managed to smile at my high school graduation (bottom right). :)
As you can see my first attempts to smile were not that  great (top left). I did it better in preschool and managed to smile at my high school graduation (bottom right). 🙂

After my graduation in Moscow, I eventually relocated to the U.S., still not knowing what to do with my life, feeling unsettled. I took a few art classes when my son was born, and that marked the very beginning of my development as an artist. I spent a decade jumping from class to class, college to college trying to find a professional who could teach me how to oil paint realistically. Looking back at so many years spent in that turmoil of responsibilities, passion, mistakes and dreams, only now I understand that what I needed the most back then was belief in myself and a strong mentor/role model. My journey could have been less difficult.

I graduated from the Oklahoma State University with my BFA in studio art in 2003.
I graduated from the Oklahoma State University with my B.F.A. in studio art in 2003.
This is my graduation from the Pennsylvania State University with the MFA degree in painting in 2005. Although it looks like the end of the education, it was just the very beginning of it.
Here you see me with other grads and my family. I graduated from the Pennsylvania State University with the M.F.A. degree in painting in 2005. Although it looks like it could be the end of my education, it was just the very beginning of it. Over the next several years I became sporadic taking few classes at the Grand Central Academy of Art and the Art Students League of New York.

Through my surreal paintings of women that evoke a world of love, passion, and beauty, I want to inspire girls and women to discover, pursue, and enjoy their calling in life. As a very sensitive person who struggled through circumstances, opinions and stereotypes, I believe my paintings can help women break through the self-limiting beliefs that cause emotional distress. We often give up, find excuses or settle for less because we don’t fully understand who we are to accomplish our potential. We’re pushed into the sphere of logic, getting out of touch with ourselves emotionally. The inner voice remains dormant or half-fulfilled, leading to severe unhappiness even when we seem to be successful professionally.

I take pride in my art. I honor the female spirit through my images. My realistic oil paintings give you the insight into your emotions, dreams and goals. Through my paintings of women that are recognized by cultured people everywhere, I attempt to create stories to humanize the iconic women, to paint their inner life and experiences. So that we can identify with the role model to understand our own passion, emotions and challenges. I paint with the beauty of the vanished world to create the intricate human experiences.

This is my studio in Naples, FL. It's a place where I live. :)
This is my studio in Naples, FL. It’s a place where I live. 🙂

Working from my studio in Naples, Florida, I’m the artist who is dedicated, experienced, hardworking and honest. Don’t settle for anything less than a permanent memento, a soulful painting of the role model, or a limited edition print to feel empowered and inspired at heart every single day of your life. To see my artwork in person, schedule your appointment today! Call:814-777-1802 or e-mail: nika@veronicasart.com

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My poems about art  

Like two distant planets we co-exist. Like two black gondolas we strive. Like morning and evening we live. Reason supports my body; emotions power my heart. We struggle and we attempt. We venture and we fail. We love and we suffer.

My emotions and mind co-exist. Like two distant planets they live. Like day and night they torture and nurture me. I’m filling my mind by day; I’m feeling my heart by night. Dear mind, leave me along. Dear heart, stop bothering me.

Like two black gondolas we strive. My art and I, we live. My art and I, we love. My art and I, we create. I suspend my emotions in painting. I leave my reason behind. I paint.

Do you hear the silence with me? Do you see how lonely I am? We venture and fail. We love, and we suffer.

oil painting of lovers in Venice
Promises, 18×24″ oil on gilded panel, framed, available

Artist’s life

I’m Russian soul without its country,

I’m an American without the soul.

I know that my youth is gone,

And now I can only remember.

I remember when I was young,

And everything seemed possible.

Every day was there for me to live, and I didn’t care how many days I had.

I’ve been waiting for happiness to arrive,

But only now I understand it was then.

I lived unaware of myself or the world.

It was the time of many hopes,

As I waited for something great to happen.

When I paced the streets of New York, and saw my moving reflection in windows.

I carried canvases and books. I believed in miracles.

I had no clue I was pretty, and

Actions of others made no sense to me.

My reactions were involuntary, and

I had my needs half-met.

I craved love, searched for appreciation.

I lived without clear purpose or direction,

But felt like everything was possible.

I wished to touch and feel

Something that remained unattainable.

I modestly dreamed of success. I wanted to discover a gift.

Nobody understood me, and I cared too much to fit in.

It was then. Aspirations ran high.

And I was falling asleep anxious, waiting for it to happen tomorrow…


Venetian boy oil painting
Venetian boy, 8×10″ oil on panel, framed, available

I remember all the different days when I felt happy…

I remember the days when I felt happy:

Loved, fulfilled, and hopeful.

Waking up to my son’s voice in our two-bedroom apartment,

Driving to college on misty mornings to pursue my degree in art.

Spending weeks in New York City, learning to draw.

High-rises, beggars, museums, police sirens, and commotion on the streets.

The rain and the sun.

I remember colorful fall leaves and Vlad cheerfully plunging into its heaps.

His puffy cheeks and fingers, soft blond hair, curious blue eyes, thin lips smiling back at me…

I remember traveling to places big and small, vast and often overwhelming.

Listening to the silence of the night in ancient Venice.

Breathing in the blue expanse of the mountains and the green depth of forests in America.

Visiting Buddhist temples and climbing hills.

Living above myself, living beyond dreams.

I remember all the different moments when I felt happy.

Seashell, oil on gilded panel, 6×8″ available

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