Sergiy HRAPOV

Is my face a mirror of my soul? I can see my hands, my legs, but I can not see my own face. So how can I understand what happens in me? I can take a looking-glass and see a tired man in it. And that is all. No information, only a touch of glance to the surface. I take a sheet of paper and a pencil, and every thing from inside of me begins to reflect on the smooth surface of the paper. /S.Hrapov/

3/23/2023

Premio Santa Croce Ex libris - piccola grafica, 2022

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2/27/2023

Exlibris for DEG and Utz Benkel 2023

Exlibris for DEG and Utz Benkel 2023

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8/10/2022

Exlibris (CAD, CGD.) for DEG and Utz Benkel

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1/07/2022

4th INTERNATIONAL EXLIBRIS COMPETITION, LARGO, VARNA 2021, BULGARIA. (CERTIFICATE OF HONOUR)

4th INTERNATIONAL EXLIBRIS COMPETITION, LARGO, VARNA 2021, BULGARIA. (CERTIFICATE OF HONOUR)

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12/14/2021

"Yunus Emre" International Invited Virtual Exlibris Exhibition Participation Certificate

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12/13/2021

Exlibris Ovidiu Petca (CGD) 2021

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8/02/2021

27th Exlibris Biennial Exhibition, Muzeum Zamkowe Malbork 2020.

27th Exlibris Biennial Exhibition, Muzeum Zamkowe Malbork 2020.

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Is my face a mirror of my soul? I can see my hands, my legs, but I can not see my own face. So how can I understand what happens in me? I can take a looking-glass and see a tired man in it. And that is all. No information, only a touch of glance to the surface. I take a sheet of paper and a pencil, and every thing from inside of me begins to reflect on the smooth surface of the paper.
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