Dmitry Choibolsan

I was born into a family of a major and a book-keeper on January 7, 1969. At the age of 15 I went to the city of Nizhny Tagil in the Urals and got accepted into the Ural College of Applied Arts. I was supposed to become a college graduate, an artist working with wood, stone, bone and horn, but instead I quit my studies during my fourth year due to heavy drinking, truancy and poor academic performance.

I returned home with no regret whatsoever and began working at a funeral agency practicing the fine art of engraving letters and numerals in granite and marble. Nature and minerals helped me get out of the marvelous city of Novokuznetsk to the equally popular Leningrad, where I lived (for a while) in a hut at a cemetery and continued to hone my monument production skills. Later, I left Leningrad and moved to a small place called Kilyvan, where I once took a practical course as a college student.

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