The reality of the mutation

When you completely lose confidence in the world mutating before our eyes, where the dollar and people from the windows are jumping daily, there is nothing left but to relax and engage in escapism. Our art lazucker Alina Seliver went to the exhibition “Muted Reality” to personally see the terrible consequences of love, the flip side of female sexuality, a pig’s pig-and argue with Francis Bacon.

The massive red brick building was washed with rain, and the windows, unevenly distributed across the building of the Gari Tatinsyan gallery, reflected the mutating reality of February. I literally swam inside on this luminescent wave and ended up in an empty lobby. The chain of my exalted thoughts was interrupted by the echoes of steps, and the guard materialized right in front of me. I asked where the box office was. He looked at me in surprise: "We have everything for free." It is amazing how the word "free" can discourage.

Three halls, ten exhibits and one person - these are the main characters of my story.

Entering the first hall, I screamed. Two, a man and a woman moved right on me. Their naked bodies were mutilated and crippled, and fragments of the piano were piled on their heads. A minute later, I stopped screaming and realized that these were not real people, but the sculpture of Tony Matelly “Fucked Couple”. But even the fact that the figures are made of silicone and polyurethane does not make them less frightening. "Matelly uses artistic techniques for hyperrealism, balancing between anxiety and humor." I went to sculpture. I don’t know what kind of injury can cause such a war. Absolutely everything was used: from daggers and sabers to some completely household items, such as pliers and shovels. A man - with long hair and unbearably sad eyes. Well, still! The woman’s faces are not visible, since it is completely destroyed by the bat “Worth” for $ 59.99. I don’t know if the accident is that “Worth” is translated as “price, value” and as the verb “to happen”. She still does not have half of her left leg, and she goes on the crutch. Behind them are hellish crumble from sawdust and the insides of the piano. At first glance, you can not get it at all, why is it all. But looking at the shovel in the back of the man, I realized that you just need to dig deeper. I walked around the sculpture several times, looked into their eyes (more precisely to the one who had them), studied the location of the guns of destruction - and found it. The man has a True Love Forever tattoo on his left shoulder, and with this remaining hand he holds a woman's hand. Love is that that allows them to go forward. Probably, this love, having become salvation, was the same war.

I really wanted to take them by the hands, although it is stupid to experience sympathy for latex. The guard was wary, watching me. He walks here all day and probably also wants to take them by the hands - but not only can not, and should also not allow others to do it. Now I wanted to hug the guard. Such a cacophony of feelings in me caused these two unfortunate, but still happy people.

I tried to collect thoughts in a heap, but even the neighbor of these post -apocalyptic Adam and Eve, “Shirley”, turned out to be fragmented into small fragments: “Gloomy pointerism”. Chuck Close used the method of dividing the integral picture with a diagonal net into separate color elements. They seem abstract during detailed examination, but form a single realistic image. A sad ballerina appears in front of the eyes on the pointe. It makes meaningful PA and disappears in the depths of one of the oil mosaic parts.

Carefully bypassing the remains of the piano, I found myself at the work of Francis Bacon "Two Men Working in A Field". It is quite difficult to distinguish with the naked eye in a picture of men from the field. I danced around the work of the leading British artist of the 20th century for ten minutes, but I saw only the "land in the porthole." I knew that the guard was watching me, so I asked: “Can you explain to me what it is?”
He revived. He was pleased that he was finally asked a question about the toilet, but about art: “This is the most expensive work of all presented, since its author is not only one of the most significant figures of contemporary art, but also died.” I stood opening my mouth. Before my eyes, the guard became another person: a person who knows what I do not know. "Well, in this picture do you understand everything?" He asked and pointed to the fourth, last, work in this hall. “Nooooo,” I whispered excitedly. Then he invited me to go to the hall to study the special publication of the art magazine, the release of which is completely dedicated to this exhibition. After reading the magazine, I returned to the hall and realized: “Yes, here they are - men! Here is a field! Lord, how could this not be seen! ” To joy, I smiled at the guard of Mona Lisa.

The final exhibit of the hall is the picture of Carroll Danem “Dead Space (Wall)”. Once, in time immemorial, sensing the revival of interest in surrealism, he began to lightly wave on plywood boards, modifying the structure of their surfaces, emphasizing the texture of the tree. In this case, he used acrylic, sand and graphite as materials. I will not be able to accurately describe what I saw: something pink on something white, plus a dirty yellow bottom. Does this resemble a member? Places. I decided that the description would explain everything to me: “An explosion of psychosexual pleasure, aggression and lust. Encourages the audience to turn to personal sexual instincts. ” I looked at the image again. The member was definitely there.

In the second hall there is something like a laboratory. One work that occupies the entire room consists of communicating with pipe of multi -colored blood vessels. There is a semblance of a night watchman, a large gas cylinder and meager musical accompaniment. More precisely, a video of poor quality - like a telik of the same watchman. This is Kandor Mike Kelly. The exhibit is named after the planet where Superman was born. In a collection of things, which are an installation, there is even something similar to the city. Pink, it seems, rafted from the candies. His image is broadcast on the wall and all this is accompanied by slurred sounds. And a bed and pillow are apparently a coachy of a modern superman, who did not find opportunities for realization in a crisis.

On this positive note, I proceeded to the third hall, where a spider woman caught my eye, George Condo's “Spiderwoman”. Four legs, the face of either a hare, or rats, teeth are huge, eyes crazy and chic hair. I literally recoiled from this beauty. Art historians say this is a “metaphysical mannequin”. The personification of the human being, burdened with vices, but retained its original humanity and, if you want, even some sexuality. My grandmother loves to repeat that hair is my decoration, and everything else, like, so -so. I took a photo "Spideeswoman" specifically for her, let her become ashamed. By the way, not only for me it was my grandmother who was a signal for action.

In the middle of the hall, an Iranian carpet on a pig from a polyester named "Bidjar" sheltered. Once I already wrote that Vim Delvois became famous for his living tattooed pigs. But once Vim was visiting his grandmother and drew attention to the carpet on the wall, and then in the garden someone grunted loudly, and he dawned on him: “We need to put a pig with a carpet!” - And he ran away without finishing down tea. The pig, according to art historians, "combines monumental-terrible and airy,". Hm. In his works, Delwois endlessly draws a sense of senseless decoration over the general mania. I agree with Vim: why is this all? All these rhinestones? Why are all these silk, colored clouds? However, the pig, honestly, caused me tenderness - and secretly from security, I stroked it a little.

Not far from the pig is a cat. It is not the fact that this is a cat, but it seemed to me that the work of the American Kaws “Not Yet Titled” is similar to a cat. A large number of hands stroke it. The author began with graffiti and street art in Jersey. Then his work was filled with the whole city, and then all the largest cities in the world. As for this work, one cannot still definitely say that it is a cat. The description sly reported: "Images going beyond the boundaries of languages ​​and meanings." In this case, it is strange that the artist is a man.

"And here is the garbage!" - says the name of the composition of the notorious Peter Sol. "A mixture of nostalgia for the past and unsightly present, ready to digest any flesh in decay and back." Horse heads tearing with their teeth something red, apparently this is a mud. And there are meat delicacies around them: sausages, servel, slyka - this, of course, flesh. There is also a yellow-green mess (probably an overwhelmed consistency). All this is in an ominous disturbing color inherent in Soul.

Although coloring is not all. Nearby is the work of Malcolm Morley "Texas Swing". It would seem that the colors are the same, and the confusion takes place, but the feeling from what he saw is completely different. More joyful or something. The canvas depicts motorcycle racers that enter the Texas turn. Races are not easy, often deadly, and some of the painted guys drawn, as if the hell knows what they saw, and as if all this mot with all four directions will fly now, but however, the eye is somehow more calm. I would like to study this picture for a long time and the desire to hone it with sharpening, as the work of Peter Sol, no. Favorite motives of Morley - transport and destruction. However, these motives are favorite of men of all stripes - from plumbers to artists. But Malcolm Morley, unlike others, is embroidered with huge grandmas and is famous for the whole world, because it uses images of technology and competitive instinct, creating painted carpets, where brightness becomes more important than individuality.

Instinct. This is what, in my opinion, the whole exhibition is based. And, probably, it is precisely that instincts will never allow reality to mutate one hundred percent. Yes, many concepts have depreciated over the past twenty years - and it is strange to realize that this happened just during your life, that your parents also had a more holistic idea of ​​such concepts as family, labor, others were ideals, and the word “garbage” was not so multifaceted. But the most action -packed events still occur in our lives precisely thanks to instincts - and it is thanks to them at such moments that we survive.

The announcement of the exhibition is opened by a quote from Francis Bacon that today's person is aware of a pure accident and his life is a forced game without the super-task: “I think that when Velazquez and Rembrandt were written, they in a sense, regardless of their attitude to life, accepted the conventions of certain types of religious feelings. And in the current person, all this is canceled at all. ” But when I recall the two love of love people, holding hands, I begin to doubt. Is it completely?