Igor Shevelev. Third letter to a virtual friend

To one, I did not have time to promise you a letter about the “pidaras abstracts”, following the term Nikita Khrushchev, as “light” (#8) immediately published a transcript of Nikita Sergeyevich's speeches at the notorious meetings with the Soviet intelligentsia. "There, a pretty decent young man put his picture and called it" Self -portrait. "As his last name? Zhutkovsky ? Ah no, Zhutovsky . Well, the last name!" And directly to the conclusions: “We have artists - they are as spies. They themselves draw, and then they don’t understand what they drew. They encrypted it, that means so. And they are gathering together ... a bit of droplet ... Like a stream of whole. And they say that we have our friends. We have such friends ... Beria, Yezhov, Yagoda - all these are the berries of the same field ... Therefore, we must follow the organ of our socialist state. be sharp. " In general, it remains to study with a pencil in the hand, with abundant citation. Now, unfortunately, there are no such art critics, the temperament is not the same. Well, the organ, of course, has almost atrophied. Although it, from time to time, will be excited in every possible way.

As, for example, Ira Valdron ( “Well, the last name!” - approx. Nikita Sergeyich ) with her self -portraits in the gallery of M. Gelman ( again self -portraits? ”Take me a sheet of cardboard and cut a hole there. If this hole is put on a self -portrait of this ... and so that you will leave four meters and ask you what part of the human body is depicted, then ninety -five percent Who will say “face ” , and who will say something else.

Although, it should be noted, Ira Valdron does not claim to identify her face. It is draped into the Ben-Plansky beard, pretending to be a citizen of Fuckistan, then in the main pose of the Kama Sutra will be sewn on fabric using Turkish towels, which are sold behind the ring road, then I will give the application of the old woman Leni Rifenstal for the film "Triumph of the Will", then Nabokova will depict with jumping lolithias, then herself The world will lead Hitler, Stalin and the Middle East. Consider, you can’t think better.

The next number of our program was the opening of the exhibition "Treasures of Peterhof in Moscow", deployed at the Museum of A.S. Pushkin . As you might guess, the 300th anniversary of the city on the Neva will precede all kinds of landing from there to the city on the Moscow River. So, Peterhof decided to get ahead of everyone, and the purely Suvorov march landed on the Prechistenka so rapidly that even the labels under the exhibits did not manage to stick. But the music was played, speech was said, the artist Kozakov read poetry , the virgins danced with young men, the heavenly sound of the aria "Ave, Maria" magically reflected the new atrium in the geometric ceiling. This is what the unhurried realism of the ideal classic life of the court of Petrov means.

Then they led the whole crowd of guests with old basements and manor stairs to watch exhibits taken out of the glorious Peterhof. It is clear that there were paintings, and tapestries, and service, and furniture, and costumes. The emphasis was placed on the rarities: the inkwell of Nikolai P, Madkaya in which the pen signed his renunciation; the manual watches of Alexander P, who stopped at the time of the murder of the forefront of the last king; And - the most valuable thing of the exposition is the desktop mirror of the Empress Elizabeth Petrovna, who was inherited by the following queens.

In general, the “St. Petersburg Club”, created in Moscow in January last year, organized all this bodyuger. He will hold the following exhibitions. Say, the exhibition of leverage - dogs of the beloved breed of Catherine P. Well, you remember, Masha Mironova, the captain’s daughter, met them on a walk in Tsarskoye Selo. Well, the white dog, who froze and ran to meet her, scared, and a pleasant lady of about forty in a white morning dress in a shirt in the shirt reassured her: they say, do not be afraid, will not bite. So, a leverage is a decorative dwarf breed of greyhounds, bred in the Middle Ages, and in the USSR not divorced due to its ideological purely, like abstractionism, harmfulness. And now, as you know, thanks to new trends, soon there will be no passage from them.

As well as from fireworks, the first of which in the garden in Khrushchevsky (!) Lane behind the museum continued the Peterhof festival. I have never seen such a thing. All these turntables, monograms, mills and other figures that exploded and burned under the deafening volleys of guns charged with fireworks in uniforms. The wind blew, snowing, the people, crowding in front of the estate, shouted "Hurray". There were no gentlemen, more and more our brother is a rampant. At first, the fireworks were very smelled of pistons, then a salty cucumber. Well, I think to the buffet. And for sure.

But I did not go to him, but wandered to Znamenka, where an exhibition of St. Petersburg abstraction of Leonid Borisov "Petersburg. Black Nights" opened in the Gallery "Point". Well, finally, I think, a real abstraction. Since he was in the "point" for the first time, while he found, he was exhausted. He asked the watchman at the near parking lot, and he said: "In the first entrance to the basement, it is. And indeed - a basement, people with cups of red wine and sandwiches with sausages are torn. On the walls of the picture. Well, abstractionism. Well, geometrism. Well, Klun, ARP and Schwipers. Well, these drops, which I still examined in difficult pre -perestroika childhood in the album of Juan Miro. Ah, is it not drops? Are these legs prints, the "last step" is called? Well, okay. I got acquainted with the price list: from one and a half thousand dollars to more than five, I recorded the address of the Gallery www.tochka@rivernet.ru to order the right picture right on the Internet - well, it was like that. I still have an exhibition tomorrow, and I should see children before going to bed, check the lessons, ask for the thrashing, otherwise you will not see with upbringing - they will also become abstracts.

And the next day, that is, February 28, on the last day of winter in the State Center for Contemporary Art on Zoological 13, which is next to the zoo, another artist - Semen Faybisovich - conducted a master class and demonstrated something.

The demonstrations were preceded by the performance of the director of the GCS Leonid Bazhanov , in which he convincingly proved that the artist is the king. As he says, it will be so. And who does not like it, can get out. (Again, Khrushchev recalled: “Now this unknown unknown exposed something unknown. And he thinks that he is now well -known. These sculptors, in my opinion, are mediums. Here he wrote, chatted, created, and we walk and do not understand: what is it? Therefore, we are guilty. (The hall fell asleep). If these“ comrades unknown ”would have become known and they would create their central committee, so they would, so they, they, they would be, they would, so Probably not invited to their meeting.

Now, from Khrushchev, one lane remained and a portrait in the toilet in the famous picture of this very Seed Faybisovich. Which, meanwhile, showed the gathered Kuzkin’s mother in the form of a telepholm-collage "from and to." As the anthem played at 6 in the morning, so we are sitting before the midnight anthem and look at the TV instead of the window. And as we look, it is also known: we switch the remote control from the program to the program. And this is what came of it. Not "one day from the life of the country", but any day of any of us. Since the TV, as said, is a window into the world. And I am not me, not Semyon, not Pushkin, but everyone. And Semyon showed his film after showing a half -dozen paintings "Windows". Well, the film ... Cutting news, advertising, games, "my family", investigations - everything is usually. But since he, Semyon Faybisovich, an artist, and not a simple artist, but creative, it seems like a spectator now you are not simple, but creational: who, having come here, recognized the artist’s right to everything that he does as an artist. And who, after the master class, relies from the master a plastic cup with yellow wine and nuts with dry cookies for a snack. Because now such an artistic life is no other. Well, of course, the accompanying smart words: “whale assembly”, “frivolous applique of the carnival”, “aerodynamic geometrism, coupled with the aesthetic dadism of the parallel to the body of the instrumentation”, “antithesis of the ritual and magical time of the angry art of the twentieth century”. In general, a melody for a flute. And so that all together - a group, a wedge, or, as taught on history at school, a "pig".

And Semyon Faybisovich well done. We are friends with him. I give you hello from him, personal and hot. Soon he will have two books, because he also writes good prose. So I will write to you about her too.

Well, for the squirrel , an exhibition of painting, sculptures and objects of Boris Mikhailov in the today's gallery , temporarily occupied the second floor of the arena, while the collective farmers sell honey below. On the eve of one art-Organizer, we were virtually, in kind, we were bored: he was Boris Mikhailov or not the same. It turned out that not the same. That is, he is not this one. My Boris Mikhailov from those whom Nikita Sergeyevich infected with abstractionism. A worthy and subtle minimalist in the spirit of Morandi. The surrounding space played very beautifully. Blurred geometric forms of painting, all sorts of planks from the courtyard picket fence collected in fascinating compositions, broken teapots and all dishes, elegantly interwoven with themselves. In the middle of the hall, the Viennese chair stands with a sculptural blouse thrown on the back. Of course, there was a lot of any familiar people at the presentation, but this is not a problem. The people will be dispersed in the evening, and tomorrow we will come there and, if you want, we will not want, we will meditate. That is, to listen to the geometric composition that will begin to arise in ourselves. I go hug you and leave you until the next letter. Your

Igor Shevelev.