"The Birth of a Masterpiece. Fist fight in the Arena"
Part 2. Fist fight in the Arena
I will say without equivocation, after the St. Petersburg Manege pressure in my normal sleep is good, is not plagued by nightmares.
It all began with the question of security. By the time the gold price went up, and the guaranteed value of the ingot, translated into everyday language, increased by a couple of Mercedes. I was worried and wanted to show anything to anyone not to talk, and keep our masterpiece (Golden Nugget 12 kilo) in the deposit box. Artist CF Art Group Dennis Saunin offered to keep him at home. "Look, - he said - this is the safest place. Who would ever think of robbing the artist? ". I looked at the field, which began immediately after the section of his country house, and comforted myself with the fact that I have it in my head just has not come.
Dennis went to see a week on business, I saw on a table in the living pictures. They terrified me, some people stood with the ingot in his hands and posing for the camera! It turned out to fellow artists from Vladivostok, who stayed a couple of days.
- They saw the pictures and wanted to remember - just explained Dennis. It turned out he was holding a gold bar on the shelf in the kitchen ...
After a serious conversation with a colleague, I had made promises of a masterpiece with a cloth cover, and we began to discuss the problem again.
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in the exhibition "Geniuses and Masterpieces" was attended by more than one hundred artists - from famous sixties to the promising youth. Pictures of the Manege hang out on the bulky panels upholstered in gray canvas and standing on chicken legs. Our project - seven paintings and a wedge, took a length of more than 12 meters, and three boards, which we have identified, clearly not enough. It was decided that Dennis to go to a place where all measure, and then it will be clear what to do.
Two days later, my phone was broken. Rang familiar, congratulations with an interesting solution, and learned, this is the gold. Information they saw on the site of an arena. I rushed to the computer and opened the section "upcoming exhibition" Geniuses and Masterpieces. " On the floor of the screen glowing picture of an ingot and a portrait of the first ever Collector. Under the picture was a text about the exhibition with a description of the idea of our project.
Secrecy and security covered - again! Embarrassing to other members - two!
Urgent call Dennis and ask what was going on. It turned out that when he walked the arena with a tape measure, he was approached by a pretty girl - find out what the problem. Conversation. The girl was head of advertising. She became interested in the project and asked to see photographs of work and gave the address of your mail. Dennis innocently sent her materials ...
Now to hide something does not make sense, and we have information about the project on its website, sent a photo Masterpiece with an invitation to an exhibition on social networks. Alas, a small number of "Laikov" drowned in a negative feedback, advice had been "used as a natural product of your own Masterpiece." And the most unpleasant - from unknown persons sounded Internet calls for physical violence, such as "simply fill goats face."
After the army I generally negative attitude to the brute force, especially if it can be applied in my direction. Therefore, aggressive comments, we removed cravenly to the example of the Arab spring, detractors could not organize themselves. Then a few anonymous telephone call and was advised "it is better not to appear with this" masterpiece ", but they do not answer for themselves."
Meanwhile, the area under a canopy of Denis grew harvested mountain boards. Dennis would make a perfect stand. For this purpose it was necessary to push three panel to size, sew, and to align the entire surface of the frame boards, to make the podium and covered all the dark cloth. Dennis lacked experience - the house itself was built. With regard to possible objections the administration of an arena, it was decided to call a day earlier works hanging (no bosses), quickly carry into all construction materials and stand chest to protect them.
So it all turned out. Early in the morning, we unloaded the truck, and by ten o'clock Dennis confidently sat inside an arena on a pile of lumber, and drank sweet tea from a thermos. It was clear that no administration skovyrnut it out will not succeed.
The next three days passed in on the ladders. Denis was a foreman, I'm a laborer - and gave the board raise. From a height of four meters I was comfortable to hold under the supervision of the approaches to our site. But all was quiet. Detractors were not displayed. Friends came to our building site, joked. Unknown artists and their assistants looked askance at the growing structure. True, I did not like a bearded man. He often went by and somehow unfriendly glances. Then I noticed how the beard stood at the far end of an arena, waving his arms and pointed to someone in our direction. On the second day he disappeared. "Show" -
I thought.
Late in the evening ... on the eve of the opening, we were standing in an empty Arena and proudly looked at our stand-candy. Booth looked gorgeous, as foreign car in traffic at the beginning of perestroika.
- Well, with God - rather said Denis, and together with the guard went to the service entrance to meet the car with a masterpiece. I dreamily down at the podium.
- Here's one! - Suddenly sounded from above. Beard and a couple of guys kind of aggressive rapidly descended from the second floor.
- A masterpiece, you say, you bastard! - They surrounded me,
- Are you with me popashi! - And I felt uncomfortable butting fume and odor.
But here in an empty room there was a roar of falling chairs and the sound of running steps. It jumps to the guard Dennis approached me for help, and overturned all the way.
- Nothing! Tomorrow will be the opening battle is you! - Shouted good-bye beard, and they left the battlefield.
This was serious. What's that, and be part of such an inelegant we do not want a scandal. After discussing the situation, we decided to act decisively to regain the initiative.
We immediately called to Moscow and asked overnight train to send fifty T-shirts, harvested for the same stock, have agreed on the morrow with two experienced stendistkami and made the necessary purchases ...
In the morning on the way to the exhibition, we stopped for Anatoly Pavlovich Levitin - he asked Dennis to drive him to the opening. Levitin - Vice-President of the Academy of Fine Arts. Under his leadership, the entire Urals, Siberia and the Far East. Anatoly Pavlovich - a very respected man and master of all Soviet schools - this year it will celebrate 90 years of age. Dennis trained him in Krasnoyarsk.
It was felt that Dennis's great worries. Although he is an artist, has changed since the days of the Academy, but Levitin's opinion it is still important. Dennis parked the car, picked up the directory of our project and went inside. I am looking forward to. Dennis went first. His appearance was not very much.
- Well, how? - I asked.
- I said that I was vain to contact this - upset said Dennis.
Under this Levitin meant to me. Soon he appeared Anatoly Pavlovich. Dennis helped him to sit in the front seat, and off we went. Levitin said nothing. I saw him ssutulennye, frozen shoulders and felt the atmosphere in the car becomes more intense.
As conceived plan, at the opening we needed an easel, and Dennis drove him to a familiar artist. He got out and I was left with an Levitin. Maestro shoulders tensed, hardened back. Inside hung a ringing silence.
- Well, to hell with him! - I thought, opened the newspaper and began leafing through it, pretending to read. All Dennis did not appear. And then I could not resist.
- You know, Anatoly Pavlovich! - I leaned over to him over the back seat and began to excitedly tell me that we would like to say. I talked about the fate of the modern artist, the substitution of the concept of artistic value of works of magic auction numbers that have obscured its zeros work itself, the marketing and PR, as the driving force of modern art, that, bringing in a project situation to its logical the absurd, we just, reveals all this and more and more ...
Then came Dennis and got behind the wheel. I sat in the back seat. Rest of the way we were silent, but his back, Anatoly Pavlovich, in my opinion, let go ...
We arrived on time.
The first day of the show began with a press conference after solemn part of the organizers of the performances, and just then - the opening to the public.
In the crowd of artists and guests here and there flashed Beard. The situation was complicated by the fact that it was not clear whether there are some forces in yesterday's trio, or was it spontaneous speech - the cry of the soul? Therefore, for a start, we wanted to achieve a clear numerical superiority.
T-shirts produced at the station early in the morning, the front was written "12 kilo of gold in the art project", and behind sported fearsome face first in the history of the Collector. We would like to distribute T-shirts to visitors and exhibitors, and if they do they will put on, the visual of our supporters will be 50 people - and this force. But it is not passed. Artists and guests with suspicion read the inscriptions on T-shirts, and did not want to pull them over. I had to do something ... Then I came up with an idea. I ran down to the technical floor, he found the foreman and talked with him. Five minutes later, about twenty people working an arena, wearing T-shirts with the words, mingled with the crowd. The proletariat was on our side. Then come to the aid of a case. One of the organizers of the "Geniuses and Masterpieces" was not entirely to the art of direct relevance, and there it all was, clearly, for fun. So he gladly pulled the shirt over our clothes. So was thrown into the business and administrative resources. Then came the familiar Dennis on Krasnoyarsk - alive and active girl, and have fun giving away T-shirts guests. Started a stir. In ten minutes it was all over - here and there one could see our supporters. Flickering Beard moved to the far end of an arena.
Our booth was located near the site, which hosted the ceremonial part, and during one of his speeches, the guests began to pay attention to Dennis, who wrote some brush on drawing paper, mounted on an easel. The words "GET YOUR 50 grams Front" soon appealed to the poster easel. One of our stendistka poured vodka into innocent jugs and cut lemon intelligent, the other smiled warmly at the table served with carefully.
It was the second part of the plan. We wanted to mark the opening of the exhibition and at the same time, to rally his supporters in the event of hostilities. The case went immediately. At the stand there was a fun mess. There were our friends, supporters in branded T-shirts, ladies and men of the organizers and just a pleasant visit. Friendly stendistki worked for four hands. And we keep pace with Denis: toasted for his discovery, fraternized and felt all the more fun.
Half an hour later, when the swarming began to wane, at the table, suddenly, unexpectedly appeared Beard. "Well, Che, is there what else?" - He said with an air of displeasure.
Everything. The point was made.
Then came visitors, and photographs of the bar. Oral signaling. The guard asked him not to approach so close. Stendistki answer questions and offer catalogs. Around the high figure of Dennis swirled girls from different years, and even lined up a small part in the talk. I tried to get up there and strike up a conversation. I said something at random, without turning his head. Alas, in this sense, it was clearly not my day.
... In the evening, after the close of the exhibition, before going to a restaurant, tired, we sat in the company at the podium and chairs around the table. From somewhere came a cake and champagne. We talked for life. From the group exhibition organizers approached Levitin. He gave way to a chair. Speaking respectfully quiet. Anatoly Pavlovich sat for a moment, then said goodbye. Everybody stood up. And, suddenly, he turned to me: "And you, young man, thank you explain to me what's what."
There was ... dumb. In the wide-open eyes of the girls broke out late interest. Levitin turned and walked leisurely walk by our table. Under the jacket Patriarch spacious comfortable hunched back. She was good.
George Mamin (curator) info@cfart.net
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06.03.2012, 10:19
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