Mikhail Bode. Diary-11

The golden rule of the exhibitioners: "Do you want the viewer to see the exhibition, - arrange it from September to June, you want the exhibition to have a press - open it in June -August." It is understandable: there are simply nowhere to go to journalists-summer "event hunger", and it is necessary to fill the stripes with something. And then the museum workers and gallerymen are free to dump all the stolen ones on the walls and stands - all the same, the journal corps will eat.

Pushkin’s glow shyly shows a little bit in his branch - the rooms of the Museum of Personal Collections - "The Art of the Victorian era." What gives a reason to confess - museum workers still have an art history conscience. As follows from the press release: "The exhibition provides a unique opportunity to get acquainted with one of the most interesting periods of the history of English art." Indeed, except for the "pre -Raphaelites", the art of Britain of the 19th century is terribly unique and interesting in that there was nothing interesting in it. About how the local salon-academic art was gradually acidified and suffered, how it was hopelessly rummaged through the pockets of the Italian Renaissance, old Flemings, French mannerism, Velazquez, as the life of the recently died on the recently died out, how the pages of Shakespearean plays tells the collection of 25 pictures of the Royal Academy of Arts From London. The names of these academic masters are also familiar to our viewer as the British surnames of the authors of the Kostroma "primitives". However, not quite so - there is John Everett Milles . But what! Not those heroic times when he, along with the “pre-Rosseti, Hunt, Hunt, Vulner, etc., he wanted to take English painting away“ for Raphael ”, in the mid-and-crazy quatrocento, when he exposed Charles Dickens, which wrote:“ The vulgarity of Milles could not be anything ... ”is about later, and there is no about later Millesa, when he had already drowned his “Ophelia”, lost his friends (Wulner fled to Australia, Hunt - to the east, Rosseti climbed to the forests of the Union of Societies in Oxford) and received the last critical kick from Ateneum magazine: “Naturalist and anti -religiosen!” Milles went to surrender to the Royal Academy of Arts, which he had not for so long awake. It is necessary, assume not to receive a workshop, as once when admitting artists in the Union, but to feed your hungry ambition. Milles dashed the female portrait to the competition of academic degree (by the way, the whole exhibition consists of such “applicable” works), worshiping academics with “memories of Velazquez”. No, however, a wonderful portrait. Against the background of the rest - just a masterpiece. The rest is the “outcast” Richard Redgrave, where the dad, the moralist -sadyug, as if in a soap opera, pathos of the Wales snowy night with an illegitimate baby, to the mental ankle pureel (translated into Russian - adjective from the “Lapul”) “The daughter of the school teacher” James Santa, professional The ancient Roman Greeks in the "predictor" of Edward Pounter. Fans of the film "Indiana Jones. The Last Crusade" will be happy to consider the ruins of the "Gate of the Great Temple in Baalbek" David Roberts. Fans of the picturesque “strawberries” (with scales) will like the “mermaid” of Udzhon Waterhouse, about which the museum workers in a press release with touching formalism wrote: “The topic of unsatisfactory passion and unattainable female beauty here turns us (apparently, of their museum workers) to one of the leading art lines of Art Nouvo.” In order to actualize and somehow bring the then British art to the Russian viewer, the curator of the exhibition of Ms. Angela Summerfield brought two demonstrative opus-the “strike” of Hyubert Herkomer and the “revolution” of Valentine Principa. In one picture, the worker's family stupidly looks at the viewer, on the other - a drunken Sanquylka is in a drum in a drum. Ms. Summerfield suggested that such painting should be close and understandable to us. So they, the British, think of us.

And finally, in order to see in person and remember the names of all those who created the above masters, a healthy “Council of the Royal Academy of Arts hangs in the forefront of the annual exhibition“ Charles Coop. The scheme of picturesquely crushed academicians is attached from below. Everything seems to be at the same time on a group portrait of a “mighty pile” and on a commission on the export to the Central House of Sciences.

The Moscow House of Photography cannot slow down after its photo festival and continues to fill the clip of "classics of Russian photography." The current cartridge is the 90-year-old Anatoly Morozov, demonstrating the Soviet militaristic photosag "Favorites. 1940-1970s." There are no words, Anatoly Morozov shot the war thoughtfully, with feeling, picturesquely, but truthfully (although evil old languages ​​say that all his dangerous reports are entirely settings). He became famous for this - you will open any volume of the "History of the Great Patriotic War" of any edition - there there are frosts with a soldier who signed in the Reichstag, with a clamping capitulating German general, with a collective farmer, giving the front the next aircraft, with a portrait of Stalin on a steam locomotive. With the same thoughtfulness and seriousness of Morozov, after the war, he continued to remove the everyday life of the Soviet Army and glorified it, thanks to the mass of curioses. It was necessary for a long time to look for such parts for a long time in which the soldier was taught from the “sleeping beauty” (“lesson of gymnastics”), where the “leisure” consisted in a frank street scammers, where the officer’s wife distracts the noble bird, and he climbs to him behind the sinus behind the salary. Probably, in the old days it was believed that such pictures were sweet to paint army life. Together with the author’s signatures, photographs fight the viewer on the spot.

The hit of the exhibition is a kind of diptych: a paratrooper and soldiers stretch the tarp. Signature: "There are miracles. During the jump at Lieutenant B., the parachute did not open. He was caught on a stretched tarp. And after two weeks he jumped again!" The current young does not understand all this, and do not.

PS next week one large and somewhat small events are expected. A large event - June 12 will award the winners of state -owned Literature and Art.

Small events. On the 12th, in the Fayn Art gallery, Arkady Nasonov, who drove from Amsterdam, will show the installation and photographs of the empty Olympus. This is about the former VDNH in the present state. The exhibition is dedicated to the Guru "Moscow conceptualism" to Andrei Monastyrsky. So you can imagine.

June 14 is also an installation. In the Gallery of Velta, which removes the corner in Rosiso on Petrovka, Marina Gertsovskaya will demonstrate how "naked women fly in the sky ...". Continuation, I hope, you know.

On the 14th, in the gallery of Marat Gelman, Alexander Shaburov will show who the Russian Buddhas are. They say that not so long ago he personally saw them in Nepal. It can even be very much - where is our brother not?