...Time refers to me, not me to the time. If you love life, you need to appreciate time, because time is life
Makarov is attracted to the discreet beauty of the world – not the wild scenery,
but a lived-in space, where urban culture permeates nature. His landscapes, whether a deserted
European beach subsumed in evening twilight, or a snowy Russian city, resembling fairy-tale decorations,
give an impression of strange, slightly delusory mise-en-scènes, frontier areas between a dream and everyday reality.
In these pictures – seemingly calm, serene, and withdrawn from the contradictions of modern
life – the artist holds an absorbing dialogue with the past. Interpreting the historically formed conventions
of his preferred genre, he reveals, in his own way, the complex, existentially stressed image of the modern age.
Andrew Egorov, Anna Arutyunyan. MMOMA