Some essays Thalmann Zurabyan

Have you ever been in the Armenian mountains! Gro ¬ Medes cliffs stretching unbroken chain. Blue-gray haze around the smokes, which are floating light clouds. Their shadows slowly creeping up the hill, on the wrinkled surface.
Above the rocky giants pulled down in the snow caps proudly soar solitary birds. From the height of their flight can easily see elongated spurs of mountain ranges. They go down to clear blue mountain lake encased in a huge stone bowl.
Hence, because of the fault rocks, clearly visible triangle Ara ¬ Rath. The ancient gray-haired sage reminds hour, which ¬ rum tasked to guard a boundless realm of stone.
Below, the plain, cool green orchards. In the shade of the trees rustling hurried stream. Its cold waters out to the adjacent meadow where the peacefully grazing herd of long-
nonogih horses. Occasionally you hear of a drawn-neigh ...
A unique mountain landscapes of Armenia on a sunny day. Imagine a vast panorama, flooded with transparent zone ¬ lot, where the play of colors create a sense of the mosaic. Colors of change with incredible speed, amazing variety of shades. The mountains in such moments remind man that under the external simplicity and clarity hides the complexity of nature. The inhabitants of this rocky country are fond of saying that someone who knows the soul of nature, truly can claim to be wise.
In Armenia the lives of such people. With his marching mole ¬ Bert, he has visited all of its corners. You can catch a ka ¬ somebody hazy gorge, where he was a long time watching the flight of birds or crashing a raging waterfall. His face in such cases, expresses deep concentration. I think he looks elusive.
He wrote his country in the cold, heat, bad weather, morning, afternoon, evening. And every time she appears before him in the new red ¬ kets, causing all new and new enthusiasm. Even today, when the campaign ¬ ka became slower, and the head was covered with gray hair, it again can be seen on the winding mountain roads with painter's case in his hands.
Under the confident brush strokes landscape takes on new forms and shapes. "It is hardly necessary to show confusion on the canvas all the lines in nature - think an artist - when the world is the sun, and these stone giants glistening in the sunlight, like a cheerful young man ..." He likes to come to those who plow the fields and squaring stones. And then instead of the wizard brush you see in front of one of earth ¬ lepashtsev or masons - a man of thought and soul, with the same weather-beaten, tanned face, strong hands.
He will know everything. Before him respectfully step aside and Sha-lovlivye kids and old people power. The traveler is hard to understand such an attitude.
- Who is that man?-You ask a passer-by.
He hesitated. Then, smiling, replied:
- Armenia itself ...
Of course, you have already guessed who it was. Again I was lucky enough to meet Martiros Sarja Mr. and again I can not hide the excitement, pacing the studio, where it is light in any weather, at any time th ¬ da, where Sarian spent many tedious hours.
Often, before taking up the brush, it is necessary to think, concentrate, take in the distant past. And then come to the aid of pictures - witness the creative ups, misled ¬ tions, search.
More than two thousand paintings created Martiros Saryan. The walls of his studio paintings are hung in rows. On his desk are artworks favorite books, notebooks, where he writes down his thoughts and impressions.
Hard work requires a vacation. The artist sits in a chair, thinks ...
Saryan likes to talk. His piercing eyes atten-matelno you learn how to look into a soul. And every conversation about the painting begins when there are not high-sounding terms used kusstvovedcheskih, but with simple words, labels and the image of ¬ GOVERNMENTAL.
- I can not imagine art without the sun, "says Saryan.
The best confirmation of these words - hanging on the wall Polot ¬ on. They singed sunny colors and create a feeling of light and space. Mentally, you climb up the steep ridge Zangezur and plunged into the cool mountain heights, you go to ... hot sand Egypt. From there you will find yourself on the southern market with its hundreds of living still life.
Picasso aptly remarked: "There are artists that make out the sun yellow spot, but there are artists who, through skill and intelligence are implementing a yellow spot into the sun." Saryan refers to the second. He brilliantly shows how you can put "yellow spot in the sun."
But the sun Sarian has its unique interpretation. This is not the fiery disc Dutchman Van Gogh, which causes burn the wheat fields of Saint-Remy, and not transparent gold Claude Monet, a gentle mist enveloping the Gothic cathedrals, and the boundless sea of warmth and happiness, which Sarian would fill the whole world. This is truly a sunny mood makes it beautiful
tongue full-blooded, and iskusstvo'-especially cheerful.
Martiros Saryan was born in Nakhichevan-on-Don. Ancestors of his plow, a child he knew the plight of the people, not just thought about life, clutching a handful of earth in his fist. And his first teachers were not famous painters, and simple peasants, strong and beautiful as the earth itself.
Junior Sarian often went along with the shepherds in the steppe and disappeared there for days. Even then, awakened in him a sensitivity ¬ stvo great love for nature.
He eagerly listened to stories of old men of the ancient land of their ancestors - the country Nair (so called in the past, Armenia), where they lived brave knights, black-browed beauty, great Ms. ¬ vopistsy and sages. The enemies have repeatedly tried to destroy this country ¬ well, demolished the magnificent temples and grandiose arena, burning people's homes and ancient manuscripts. But the sun as it gave people a new energy, and something that seemed lost forever, revived and gave new shoots.
He was not just imagining the distant forbidding mountains, pa ¬ lyaschee sun, the ruins of ancient cities. And he waited impatiently for the day when personally able to see the land of their ancestors. These my dreams he tried to portray in pencil on paper.
However, the first attempt ended in draw for young hu-dozhnika very sad. He was then working in the office to receive the newspapers, and he drew one of the visitors, and he soon fell ill and accused the boy's almost a witch! We had to destroy the image, but this case only increased the desire for creativity.
All ended with the home under the influence of the abbot ¬ GOVERNMENTAL councils surrounding decided to send Martiros in Moscow ¬ wu. A talented young man entered the Moscow School of painting of Mrs. ¬, Sculpture and Architecture.
It was for him a new world where conversations about the history of displacements ¬ huddled arguments on philosophical themes, and refinement of gradations of color or the laws of perspective often bordered on scientific discovery.
He was not. times can be found Sergei Ivanovich Schu ¬ kina - the largest collector of French Impressionist painters. In Shchukinskaya art gallery met art and literature, read poetry, knowledge-komilis with new paintings by Matisse, Gauguin, music Skrya ¬ bean, Rachmaninoff, Medtner ...
Near a talented and new at the time frequently stated his art painful and unacceptable. To distinguish the true from the ugly build-up, needed serious value ¬ tion, the depth of analysis. Then an enormous role in shaping an artist played by his great teacher - Serov and Korovin, ardent enemies of dilettantism.
"Serov carefully attended a portrait studio - wrote Martiros Saryan - and silently watched as scientists work ¬ ki. He interfered only in exceptional cases: the label and witty remarks gave the student to feel his mistakes. This man of few words man lived passion for a ¬ schiysya master.
Korovin was very fond of giving practical advice and generally liked to say, but the painting, which he knew and feeling ¬ Vova, spoke with particular enthusiasm.
Participation Saryan in the exhibition "Golden Fleece" accompanies ¬ Xia contradictory views. Among the believers in the great future of the young artist - VA Serov. He carefully prosmat ¬ shall regard the exhibited works of his pupil, asked to delay the sale of some of them to be able to buy third ¬ kovsky gallery.
Life at the school like a battle.
In the smoking room, the classroom, in student debates are heated debates. In the evening, when dusk settles, the debate resumed with renewed vigor. Now with friends - Pavel Kuznetsov, Petrov-Vodkin, Polovinkin.
"Sometimes it seemed, - says the artist - that of the unencumbered tovstva talk about the properties of ultramarine or Prussian Blue and the restructuring of the world can collapse the walls of our wooden house."
... The first acquaintance with Armenia. The vivid colors of the landscape, and the diversity of colors of the characters. They affect Saryan, who grew up far from home, delighting in the meeting with its indescribable beauty. But at the same time, it seems everything here is familiar and loved ones. Wrinkled mountains, ancient ruins, tanned face ... In memory come to life stories that he heard in his childhood.
Years later he recalled: "Means I have had limited er I gradually mastered the language of painting, my palette was gray. The school gave me a lot, but I am just beginning to emerge artist, who has not yet been the language. Sunk into my head this idea of finding some new weapons and new tools to better and stronger pass on their enthusiasm and experiences.
Then, Turkey, Egypt, Persia. Fantastic pyramid, hot from the heat of the desert, a cloudless blue sky - the landscape affects the intensity and contrast of colors.
East attracts many European artists. They fled here from the sophistication and bustle of civilization. The maxi ¬ MILIAN Voloshin gave them declination and consequently assessment: "They can give good, sometimes even brilliant pieces of art, but they have no roots on the living waters of his ancestral home.
Saryan East saw differently. Not a wanderer eyes ¬ schego amateur exotic curiosities, and eyes of the person seeking in the outside world is something real and close. He WI ¬ DIT and represents the East for what it really is. Perhaps nobody has been able to do this ... And this is one of merit for the world Saryan painting.
After Italy, France. Flashed towns, villages, evil-Divine salons, museums. However, Konchalovsky Sarian meets with Venice. Young artists seconded here by the Soviet government at the XIV International ¬ you bet. Pictures Sarian receive rave reviews from the Italian press.
Three years later - Paris. Here is organized personal Eystavka works Saryan. New success, the new recognition. This can not but rejoice. All the more so as arbitrators - yearning ¬ tional Parisians. , France (same as Italy) enriches the poetic nature Saryan, but leaves him as a painter. True, his palette is not silent. There he finds a lot, scat ¬ Vaeth some doubts, fills a lot of notes, notebooks,
but there is no one: a hot sun and harsh mountains ...
A staunch realist, he once again: anyone who is on-discontinuity from the ground, awaiting the fate of the mythological hero Ahn ¬ Thea. And, when some critics are trying to identify with his creativity various "isms", he immediately replies: "For me there is only the real world ..."
Saryan likes to think, looking at his paintings. Different and unexpected ideas come at such times in the head. And now, stopping at the pictures with flowering peach, he says:
- These trees grow in my garden. When I planted them, especially thinking about upgrading. So in painting - the most important thing to convey the property. You see, between nature and art a great relationship. Here's one of the fundamental laws of painting.
The artist told me that even in 1908, he stood on the path of realism, and to this day to be his great tra ¬ ditsiyam. Realism has always been, in his opinion, the essence mi ¬ rovoy painting and had nothing to do with the mindless, craftsmanship ¬ lennym enduring a nature to canvas.
- This is easily convinced, - says Saryan - at value-komstve with the masterpieces of Russian painting - from the Our Lady of Vladimir Serov's portraits before or with the artists revival ¬ tion to have succeeded, the canonical image of the Madonna forever zapechat ¬ negotiated the inspiring majesty of motherhood.
Observing life, constantly learning, delving into books, thinking over the fate of art, he, as always, returns ¬ Xia thoughts to his native land. Prominent in the work of painter ¬ ka took portraits of his contemporaries, the people of Soviet Armenia.
In the middle of the studio is set fifteen-foot mural Ar-/her opinion. This is one of the new works Saryan. At the heart of it - three sketches, written back in his younger years.
- And what about without Armenia?, Smiling, says the artist .- After all, a truly national carries with it universal, and has its unique beauty.
In his new job Sarian like reinventing and sum-mation multi monitor, transferring them to the canvas in a new interpretation. Here and deep concern over the fate of sage native country and unrestrained joy of a man, looking at the world through the eyes enthusiastic young man.
In the central part of the triptych towering patriarch of Armenians ¬ skih mountains - Ararat. At its base - green fields and orchards. Pn ¬ house - exultant dance of women, working peasants. Cloth impresses with its reassuring optimism. The right part of the triptych - Zangezur mountains typical Armenian landscape. At the bottom of the burning earth moving caravans of camels ...
All three of the panels on the content of different, but represent a whole: Hymn to the Motherland, written by the brush of the great citizen. The painting is executed in broad strokes, for kazhu ¬ scheysya simplicity conceals a broad generalization and more you-striking.
Martiros talks about the days when he wrote a sketch of the triptych:
- It's been a long time in the thirties. I worked in the mountains and the local peasants followed closely the work. Sometimes, put them in an apt word. How much wisdom lies in the simple to ¬ native words! From the people we know much ... And no one was surprised ¬ lyalsya unusual color land or mountains.
Simple people, according to him, often understood his art better than some critics, pick it "frankizirovannogo Armenian" or "armyanizirovannogo Fran ¬ Frenchman."
- And yet I hold dear to achieve both the French and Armenians. And my great teachers Serov and Korovin! A genius ¬ s' Artist of the Armenian Renaissance Toros Roslin! All that has been created by human genius, belongs to all peoples. Heads ¬ tion - to think deeply, do not become airborne and remain ¬ vatsya honest.
Not years, ages creator. He left his youth, when he left the daring, wide flight of ideas. If so, then Martiros still quite young. Time furrowed his face wrinkled, covered with gray head, but could not deprive him of his big dreams and youthful enthusiasm. Lived large and co-derzhatelnaya life. Hand on heart, could easily tell it that it is fully devoted to his people.
And his art unremarked. Among the painters Sarian first awarded the title of laureate of the Lenin pre ¬ emy, Hero of Socialist Labor. Its talent admired Lunacharskii, Ilya Ehrenburg called Saryan "one of the largest, if not the largest Soviet artist.
In the 88 years he spent at the easel for 8-10 hours a day. Looking at his recent work - "the granddaughter of Catherine Sarian," Landscapes from Dvina fortress "," Self Portrait "- it is difficult to ¬ to believe that they belong to brush octogenarian man ¬ age. Still youthful perception of the world, still vigorous strokes, watchful eyes and brilliant color, and the solution components ¬ zitsii.
Saryan was elected Chairman of the Society for the Protection of Armenian monuments. The reasons people come to such a re ¬ sheniyu, very good. Saryan great connoisseurs ancient ¬ ARRANGEMENTS. Long hours spent in contemplation by the ruins of Mona ¬ Styr and temples. He was eager to experience nature is found here as much spiritual food than in the canvases of the great predecessors ¬ nick-painters.
He has many plans and ideas. They are as fresh as the unfading colors of his canvases. In the studio, on the desk, are sketches for stained-glass panel, which will be the mouth ¬ stalled in the main foyer of the Philharmonic. And once again we face glowed ¬ ing paint Armenia, undying passion of the artist. In the nucleation ¬ Denia this new art form for Armenia greatest merit Saryan.
In an extensive exhibition in Moscow, which was held in honor of the eighty-artist, we again saw him, gray and eternal, surrounded by many admirers. Sarian says, shares his thoughts with young people, joking. He does not want to be with their age, the indefatigable old man.
The Moscow exhibition presented various periods of creative-operation MS Saryan, different genre. There were exhibited then ¬ thirds, landscapes, genre scenes, graphic works, theatrical ¬ WIDE scenery. In the first room all seen an unusual self-portrait "Three children". Three men are depicted here, three different Saryan. The young man crossed the threshold of maturity, the adult painter and an old man. But there is something that unites these "three-age": the artist's personality, his life ¬ lyubie, soulful young, devotion to art. And over his shoulder ¬ mi all three of them - one: the mountains of Armenia.
It is said to better understand Saryan to visit Armenia, to verify the existence of unusual eye color. It's true. But in order to better understand Armenia, should, in turn, to visit Saryan. That is why the house on the street in Yerevan Moscow, which lives Saryan became a place where everyone wants to get a guest in Armenia. In this house you never hear the traditional "celebrities" answers: "not in the spirit," not home "," sick ". Martiros always healthy, always happy people and possibly find time to communicate with them.
- So, this time off of from work! .. Where to you go?-Joking, good-natured owner, and immediately recognized that, without communicating with people it can be difficult.
Saryan attentive to visitors - he knows what "¬ but the only real, strict and fair to judge a work of art is the people."
... When I went up with the artist on a high ladder studio and invited him to rest, he looked at me in perplexity:
- Is it a man must get tired?
Then, a pause, he added:
- Who is no longer tired, he is no longer live.
In these words all Sarian - looking, cheerful, ageless.