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Tsop 29.10.2011 22:59

Tomaev Dmitry (sculptor, 1953-1989)
 
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I would like to acquaint you with the work of another artist Ossetia , whom I knew from childhood.
A remarkable man and a talented sculptor Dima did not study art in educational institutions. His grandfather was a stonecutter hereditary , his older friend and mentor was the artist Hsar Gassiev , but in Moscow it was taught by sculptor Lazarus guess. He departed this life , only by achieving recognition, but left behind a wonderful job. Sculpture by Dmitry Tomaeva is in the permanent exhibition hall of the Museum of Contemporary Art of the East.
Articles and photos of works taken from the catalog released after the death of the sculptor.

Tsop 29.10.2011 23:07

Boris Kocheyshvili
 
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Boris Kocheyshvili
 Robinson?

Here, I thought, to whom was like Dima. Far from home, in a strange Moscow. Who knows how it all: build a house, make wine, cook the food. But asked about Robinson - and the similarities end: the Robinson and his gun, and ammunition, and a needle and thread, and an ax, and the food is at hand, and the trees for the home. Dima had golden hands - and everything. The resemblance ends. In a strange city. From the little that you depend on. Nothing is impossible. Workshop can not. Be a free stone-cutters can not. All organizations against one man. Robinson had a good time in a strange land. Dima died.
Cursed urban art. Beckons. Beckoned and Dima.
At the Pushkin Museum on me most of all are archaic tombstones. Carvers raised monuments to the dead and living next to people living and dying. The cemetery was a museum. Master craftsman and went hand in hand, in the same masons. All disturbed.
Dima was also impaired. Big, strong, handsome man who looked like a bandit with a tender and heart disease.
What kind of world in which you can not help themselves or a close?
Relatives who came to Dima, as if asking: why? What say? Guiltily art? Doctors? We?
He wanted all
fix the fix
stone crushed to correct
grapes
fix the red house and a bad heart and broken walls and ceilings broken heart has broken where
corrected grapes recall
Remember, he wanted all
correct
correct
  a stone.

Tsop 29.10.2011 23:12

William Meiland
 
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William Meiland
DIMA VOLUME
Gori. Not far from the area, where still stands a monument to the penalty to the leader of all peoples, where stands a museum in his name and wandering curiosity or loyalist contemporaries in the basement, but rather, in the former boiler house, I met with the sculptor Dima Tomaevym. Led me to a resident of the nearby town of Tskhinvali painter Hsar Gassiev.
On the table there appeared a dark red wine, grape-smelling valley Ateni, spongy goat cheese, fresh green hill. And a little spree began with the traditional fine toasts.
In the studio Dima Tomaeva everywhere stood stone and wooden sculptures raznovelikie, a crowd of human figures and figurines, silent black narodec, who settled in the corners of the shelves.
Gassievu most rules of meter, "Grandma." From its rough machined monolithic figure was based on the primitive force and the secular mind. Devoid of any details and was smoothed over, the sculpture looked like a distant steppe Scythian woman.
"Grandma" was one of the earliest works Tomaeva, and I do not know that it carried a young sculptor, I would have thought that it hewed hewer rural self-taught. However, this conjecture was true. Vocational education Dima has not received.
The first lessons in the handling of stone he gave his grandfather, a local stonemason. Natural talent, hard work and, as they say, a rare rukastost, agility, skill, craftsmanship - all this was the formation of the personality of the artist. It has long been known that the one in whom lives the artist realizes in his work on things, sometimes hidden from the wisest.
During another trip to Gori, all the same great and good Hsar Gassiev showed me the village cemetery in the town Karkusty.
Looking at the stone tomb, in the shape of humans and animals that are installed on the graves of local shepherds and blacksmiths, farmers and artisans, men and women of quiet, I thought again of Tomaeva Dima and his senior colleagues - Gadaev L. and B. Soskieva. People obviously plastic tradition rooted in their work, no matter where they live and whatever influences and temptations of modern art were neither.
Follow my meeting with Dima Tomaevym already occurred far from his hometown. Yes I do. Frankly speaking, not too wanted to face every step of the PA with mustache shadow of inertia revered local deity. Of course, no Burn, or the surrounding mountains did not blame the random fact of the birth is one of the most bloodthirsty dictators. Thank God, the Moscow land took a last evil, treacherous, vindictive and Blighters murderer of millions, and should not be afraid of the ominous shadow today. But to be constantly at her side, too, is not desirable. I can imagine how the same Hsaru Gassievu, which in the terrible thirties called the son of enemies of the people living in nearby Tskhinvali on the street, named after the son of a shoemaker Gori.
In the late seventies Dima gradually moved to Moscow. But all his impressions, feelings, visions, good and evil shadow followed him to the capital. For a long time without Dima adjoin the studio, which depressed him immeasurably. He wandered through strange angles, it jarred his healthy pride, but the thirst of all defeated. At one time he worked with me about the underground "Babushkinskaya" in the rooms of the local nezhilfonda, commas, several artists. Work in the material he was there but could not. It was the fifth floor, and nervous residents of the lower floors were not allowed to knock on a stone or metal. Dima sculpted small clay sketches and clay and put them on the shelf. I think that this long-standing inferiority of its existence hastened his early demise. Artist without his corner for life and, more importantly, to work - things that plague our culture.
At our last meeting, Dima often spoke that he was ready to go aimlessly - in any country and at all times, just to give work. He was confident that his forces are endless, and will live many more years. With pride he showed me something built with his own hands populated barns, converted them into a comfortable studio in the suburban village Kupavna. Along the walls of this cozy, regained in the throes of asylum had already line up his remarkable new work. They looked like those little timid self-taught sculpture that I saw in Gori many years ago.
It was a new stage, new achievements and hopes for the show, na recognition, na place in art. But the studio Dima so lovingly built them out of slate, burnt together with the content.
To Dima, it was very painful, excruciatingly heavy blow. He could not speak without a shudder of the heart of this disaster. He had a feeling that the collapse of his last hope.
When it finally appeared he had a good workshop, time-boat in which he has not had time. Heart could not stand.
May 1990

Tsop 29.10.2011 23:16

Eugene Gannushkin
 
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Eugene Gannushkin
Dima, you stay with NAMI
One evening I called Grisha Anisimov - asked whether I can visit. Gregory Anisimovich once said, "Sure, come on - are good people around, and just beginning ..."
Entered. Meet me instantly rises, broad in his beard, with luminous eyes and a man, holding out his glass, said:
- Eugene A., come off the road. - And welcome to my seat, sit down with a sweeping gesture shows.
-Please tell me - taking the glass and through it,
I ask - how do you me by my name called - and we all do not know?
- And I - he says, heard Gregory, pipe laying, said: "Now Evgeny comes." Here
I knew it was you.
It was Dima volume.
Since there was no other way than for the first time. Always forward, always giving his place, always with a big smile, friendly and with a full glass in a large, soft hands.
So we became friends.
As time went on. Who knew, and knew how fleeting it! Again came to Grisha, I found the work of Dima. He sculpted coat of arms of the RSFSR. It would seem a trifle. By order of our pensions - Combine
However, Dima took me to work, holding the arm and asked:
-Do you like ...?
At the time, studying at the Stroganov School, I have successfully dealt with fairly and modeling. This gave me the right to make a few modest comments.
All at once it was realized and corrected, and I was surprised by his credulity said: "Now, well," - his face lit up.
This was Dima.
You know what I'm trying to tell you about the man and the artist Dima Tomaeve, there is only a modest attempt to hold my friends to how we should all behave in life and art.
Dima was not anyone to teach and our nravouchaem notorious breeding, of which we are losing it, so now mourn, his upbringing was from God, so to speak because of congenital and binding on him.
I can not forget, as one fine sunny day, we met with Dima near the locked door is always hospitable Grishina workshop. The owner was not home. And Dima invited me to walk through the old Arbat Street in anticipation of the return of Grisha.
 
We go hands on. Talking about the language, the culture of speech, word for something good, and suddenly turned to me Dima:
- Eugene A. - always turned Dima - I want you to read poetry?
- Of course!
Dima read the Ossetian Costa Khetagurov, and then Omar Khayyam, Pushkin - in that and other languages. It was music.
Oh, how wonderful!
And I realized the depth of Dima's affection, real competence and kindness.
We have so
And his sculpture ... What to talk about it? I think it is easy, as the world, life and nature, surrounded with Dima was born.
He has all the people are always together, close, close to each other and severely - silent.
The silence of love and sorrow.
Again, remember the words of Michelangelo: "That is good sculpture, which had fallen from the mountain, remains unchanged ..."
We remember with you, because Dima was born among the mountains and exalted nature, and therefore was very enthusiastic and easy. And concentrated.
We will remember you and love your art and your kindness.

Tsop 29.10.2011 23:20

Gregory Anisimov
 
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Gregory Anisimov

TWO LIVES Dima TOMAEVA

By an extraordinary mental powers, a sense of freedom and purity of the first reaction Dima Thomas was a man remarkable. It seems to me that the true artist merges with the sky, something he was called something that other mortals do not comprehend. I am sure that just opened a little secret he knew Dima and embodied it in his sculptures.
It seems that Hegel said that the sculpture is a frozen blob of light in space. In much the congealed clot of light I see myself now Dima Tom - the son of the Caucasian lands, her beautiful, proud and solitary flower. Around the open and unprotected on the bare ground.
Do not want to write my memoirs, I see a calm person of Dima, overgrown with thick resin-black beard, his radiant eyes, hear his muffled, anxious voice speaking to me: "Dad, tell me, I'll live?"
The nobility of ancient Ossetian king was in his face, kind eyes, white-toothed smile. He lived only thirty-six years. He would have to live at home, in the Caucasus Mountains, and he would not demolish it, but in Moscow it was like a fish thrown by the surf onto the sand. Ruined our way of life sovdepovskim life of this pure soul Highlander not been in vain. In this I am sure.
The Second Life Tomaeva Dima continues his work. Once I told Dima about the case, who was a witness: a beautiful plant with a huge young woman, at the very chin, belly for the first time handed over the work of Arts Council. It is noticeably nervous: spots on his cheeks made flush. I expected that Council will now work even if it was not quite successful, congratulate and wish a happy resolution. But there it was: a professional rage council members seemed to forget something very important to people. They advocated, advised, corrected. And the work was wrapped, was not accepted. A pregnant woman went as beaten. Dima, after hearing my story, exploded: "Do you think it's people! They poisoned the child in the womb! They poison her blood allowed! "
And he has long resented the indifference and cruelty of his own brothers - artists. Dima was the wrath of Caucasian-hot, myself.
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to himself our humane laws for the most part used in the form of Emery: that it is not prescribed in Moscow, it is not discharged from Gori, then taken into the army with a heart defect, it did not give a workshop, when all was legally formalized. In the end, blunt force barracks orders wore this talented artist and utterly hammered into the ground. Draconian conditions for survival not for everyone under force, but Dima was a man seriously ill.
Sculptor Lazarus Gadayev told me about the first appearance of Tomaeva in Moscow led to it stalwart Ossetian flush with apricot on cheeks, wearing a hat, which in Russian is not know a word.
At one time, Dima worked at a vocational school, taught Civil engineering: his hands were gold, the clutch so he knew "that surprised the experienced masters. Then he got a job plumber, ordered, got a room. Gadayev made Dima from the hand written "Iron Stream" Serafimovich. After that Dima was properly speak and write in Russian. Joined the army, was released after six months due to heart disease.
He helped Gadaev in the studio and once in the absence of self-hewed in the rock composition.
From about 1973 to 1989 Dima Tomaev professionally worked in sculpture, was admitted to the Union of artists, exhibited in Tbilisi and Moscow. He has created about one hundred works, mainly in stone. He worked a lot, most of the work was done in Gori, near Moscow, in Kupavna, in the country at Tiffany's, Dima built himself a beautiful studio, the sculptor for a tiny but very cozy. There he was cutting wood. The shop burned down, which further undermined his health.
Our criticism often examines the artist's work apart from his human biography. But a man's life in art is quality. This was plainly says Boris Pasternak in a letter. "The peculiarity and uniqueness of perception of the lyric - wrote Pasternak - turning verbs into nouns, in the maelstrom of qualities."
If we talk about the work of Dima Tomaeva, his biography in the works comes through very clearly. Ossetians by nationality, he was born and raised in the forests and mountains. They were outside, inside and above it. Wood and stone were companions of his childhood. He is with them not only coexisted but also collaborated. It is no accident became a sculptor Dima - this is some kind of genetic pattern.
The Ossetians have long settled in the northern and southern slopes of the Caucasus Mountains. They were endowed with such properties are nature, which in places of low-lying ever stay. The ancient ancestors of the Ossetians, the Alans, distinguished by high notions of honor and dignity, people were proud and independent and, in turn, resemble their ancestors - Scythian and Sarmatian. And Dima Thomas was a worthy successor to their grandfathers and great grandfathers. Dima ancestors were shepherds, hunters, and masons. These were people uhvatistye, mighty. They moved a rock and the heavy trunks, built houses, cultivated the soil. They were able to look life right in the eye.
The majestic beauty of the mountains, the goodness and wisdom of the people brought Dima, shaped his mind and thoughts. Happy in his talent of the sculptor, he created a work of deep, sincere, bearing the indelible stamp of goodness and national identity.
Among the main advantages of Dima Tomaeva sculptures, which are opened immediately, I would call a special warmth radiating from the inside, the sincerity and piety of a certain stone. His sculptures and tragic kind, gentle and cheerful, focused and simple.
He has no detachment in the works: each image is concrete and fission. This is achieved by means of the most common in the arsenal of any sculptor - the rhythmic interaction of verticals, clarity of the silhouette, the lack of small-developed parts.
Most form in the works Tomaeva always plastic, it sticks out, not sticks, like a bottle from his inside pocket.
Tomaev tends to expressive and concise plastic. He cherishes its original sense and does not lose it in a purely artisan works. He sculpts in stone, and cuts, carves wood figures of the people he knows and loves. It's old men and women, loggers and shepherds, and miners lineman.
"Making Cheese," "Over the water," "The Cemetery", "Love," "Self Portrait" - stone, wood and limestone. And everywhere the form of tangible, concrete, as the ancient Gothic arch or niche portal. No heroes of psevdomonumentalnosti. Once Neizvestny taught me to recognize the monumental: You see this tiny work, pre ¬ set themselves that this great monument. Sustain this form of increase? So, the thing took place. Now take our giant monuments, reduced mentally to statues that remain? A lump of shit - no form, no content, no plastics, no thought ...
Dima in the works there is always an experience, a strong feeling, he talks to his characters, their lives care. His sculptures create a feeling of hot form, only that the created. A powerful expression in the sculptures combine Tomaeva with acute expressiveness. This combination of a sculptor may be natural in one case only, when there is a strong internal combustion. The cold shower is capable of creating only the effect, gestures, cold virtuosity. Tomaev tends to separate the amount of space, that is, as it pulls out from the surrounding material world his own, personal, and began work on its artistic embodiment. For him, everything is important in sculpture: an epic sound, visual interpretation of the character, the search for the internal dynamics, expression, silhouette, image refinement to the character.
Here is his small size track, "Love." It is made of red stone in 1979. The two standing figures parallel boys and girls, prilnuvshie to each other. As if the ordinary people, ordinary sense, familiar emotions, a theme familiar to art is not new. But Dima Tomaeva people suddenly begin to be perceived as divine beings, as meek angel. The whole composition emits a stream of light, it produces feelings of sadness and aching and elegiac mood. Remember the great Leonardo admonition: do a figure with such a gesture to the audience could easily identify the state of her soul. Tom, probably did not know these words, but his spirit and reverent attitude to his work, talent helped make plastic feeling of eternity, to rise above chance, close to the ideal.
The photographer Leo Melekhov at my request, went home Tomaeva, in Gori, and brought me a photo with tomaevskih work. Inexhaustible vitality, freshness, contemporary sound, originality characteristic of these works of Dmitri Tomaeva. They are made by the artist, who lives in harmony with the environment. Tranquility and majesty, touching purity and poetry, which is in many Tomaeva, cause in my heart warm response. It is true that quite often in the form of the work of Dima catch myself thinking that in them lives melancholy tone, it dominates. Or is it seems to me, since I saw him as a dear person and grieving, losing a friend. Poor Dima, his whole life he wanted to live among good people, work, raise a family. And he had to prove, convince, and to struggle for existence, for survival. It tasted bitter end to this senseless struggle and realized that in our country, in addition to talent and conscience of the artist must have strong nerves, and oxen, patience and endurance of a camel. As they say, compacted Sivko steep hill.
Being himself a man of solid, volumes, and preserved in the works of extraordinary integrity. He was looking for in a man the most characteristic and come to understand the large form. He understood the main thing in sculpture - sculpture constructive basis, and from there take the path of the most faithful, seeking generality of the language, the concentration of imaginative content, dynamic, living form.
Once upon a time in ancient times, man animated all around you - animals, sky, sea, earth and sun. He embodied it in the primitive sculptures, which are seen as idols. If you open the dictionary Dahl on the word "idol", then read something surprising: "The idols of the Greeks were elegant marble statues, idols of the Kalmyks, the Chinese - cast brass freaks Samoyed idols - carved wooden ball-sible,,," Ossetian idols Tomaeva full of poetry , metaphorical, the firstborn of the human senses. They are elegant and bear the native people's moral principle. I am sure that this is ensured longevity of the sculptural heritage left by the talented sculptor Dmitry volume.
Somehow I was able to observe, as volumes molded playground sculpture commissioned by the plant. Dima been looking for convincing a concise form structures, but when he found, began to think about the details and ornaments. He molded the little animals, came up with curly handles and sliding trolley. Dima has worked carefully and conscientiously. Many times all the tinkering. And in the eyes of his work became more meaningful, orderly, beautiful. The artist told me that children should enjoy the site, feel good and free. And his eyes shone with radiant joy is truly child, when the Arts Council, without a single amendment accepted the job. Andrew Marz and Victor Dumanian - experienced sculptors Moscow - immediately supported the work of Tomaeva.
He was always keenly scrutinized the work of other artists were a sculpture Pologova, Najafov, Berlin, Gadayev, Soskieva or painting Badayev, Kononenko, Kocheyshvili, graphics Gannushkina, pictures Tischler: living artists who worked there, he was much closer than the classics. He saw other people's art is hot, even with some jealousy, admiration, experienced. But no one imitated, and worked as God put per capita. Creative independence Tomaeva evolved itself in the process of labor. So it works its face, charming sincerity. Many of them in detail, perfect. Together they form an artistic whole, indivisible shaped the world.
He will live. Will the exhibition Dmitry Tomaeva, write about it, will be released album. To the great sorrow, Dima Tomaev all this is no longer sees.

Tsop 29.10.2011 23:22

Michael Emtsev
 
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Michael Emtsev
In the crowd of varieties of men, there are people and people are actually reflections of charged fates. Last-over, as more reflections on the wave, than themselves waves. In contrast to this there is no advantage, just the root difference, both are vital. Reflected people mobile and beautiful eyes in a hurry to grab his elusive presence, misses no time - all the traffic, iridescent, a precarious game. Other business - people essential, is a scientist speaking, the noumenal. Noumenon betrayed his own fate, he did executor and guardian, a servant and lord, and is ready to be bounced ringing ping-pong ball on the road of life - can not, is not free. Burdened with the fate of the content of the duty in front of her.
This was Dima volume.
Tight-grained stone, an ancient tuff, granite, pumice - the material of his work. Colors faded, dry, with tarnish left by the heat of the depths of the earth.
From the ground. Not from the soil-crumbly, live, ready bloom, zakolositsya, moldy - and from some subterranean depths of the rocky foundations of life on earth, its foundation.
The hardness and reliability of the rock. But, its roughness, neoglazhennost faces stumbling angles. Neuyut for eyes and for life.
Until the time is filled with stone fixed energy - resting volcano. And explode - Mount neighbors, and get far.
But there was this man, in his life titanic explosion, although he was originally from the ancient tribe, the titanic. But most were composed firmaments ovals, crystalline aggregates in the form of touching, helpless. In the human suffering and the suffering, the hard-working figure in the mythological body of people of his people.
There is a gentle stone property - brittleness. Hard-it is hard, but before the appointed over the limit.
Exceed it, crack split the heart ...

Tsop 29.10.2011 23:25

Hsar Gassiev
 
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"Portrait of the sculptor Dima Tomaeva" 1990 120x100 cm, c /m.

Posthumous portrait of a friend and disciple - Dmitry Tomaeva.
A talented sculptor, who died early.

Кирилл Сызранский 30.10.2011 00:01

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To the great sorrow, Dima Tomaev all this is no longer sees.
Yes, sadly ...

Самвел 30.10.2011 00:27

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Сообщение от Tsop; 1825011"
near Moscow, in Kupavna , in the country at Tiffany's

Her mother was Natalia Gavrilenko, wife of Sergey Otroshchenko . Tomaeva wife was the daughter of Natalie from her first marriage , Marina Gavrilenko , they are all artists. I was at this cottage in Kupavna and saw skulrtury wood. As far as I know , Dima has a daughter. I have somewhere a photo of the cottages, if I find something like a lay out.


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