Форум по искусству и инвестициям в искусство

Yesterday morning was to descend to visit as much as a month ex-wife with her second child. I have a wonderful relationship with her son and her wonderful and her current husband and I are great friends, in short, always accept it gladly.
But only now, when at 5 am, she called and said she did not let her on the plane due to an expired passport photos and the visit is postponed for a couple of weeks, to my shame, I felt a great joy! As if in those times, when walking in the morning for work, fell from the sky on his head two weeks khaljavnogo vacation!
In this high spirits dwell, I was the second day. This morning I swam in the pool nice and. when the time is brunch, lunch in the transient, to bother with complicated recipes were too lazy. Nevertheless, I wanted something extraordinary, and I quickly put out the venison can waveguide with prawns. Put out, of course, with spices, herbs, sauces, but these details can be omitted, and we have here, though, is not cooking site. It turned out great!
I actually often think that cooking a delicious meal, I get a better trade pictures. In any case, such crushing grief, as in the art business (when the finished dish is not on the table, and in the trash), had to endure at times at least!
At the same time doing a wonderful vodka advertisement "Maroussia". I think few people noticed the little sign on the back side of the bottle "is recommended to use, without cooling." Until he tried, even could not imagine that the use of this product in the form of heat can be such a pleasant experience! But in the old days in Russia, vodka is not a cold drink. And not because he did not have refrigerators. Every self-respecting humble peasant's house was a cellar-ice! Just then all the vodka was tasty and high quality. That we are now accustomed to the fact that without strong frosts not clean taste of fusel component in all of these standards, diplomats ...

Okay, move on to the main question.

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The other day, at the request of someone in the subject of two Jewish pictures, copies, buried in old boxes to find photos in existence, I was once instance. Without success (in the subject line, thank God, all is well cleared up without me), but found a lot of pictures of various other things, about many of whom he had long forgotten. Spread some of them without any particular purpose. Understand that there is nothing to boast here, because in a reasonable question, "And where are you all this works?" the most accurate and versatile short answer is: pissed away.

Well, then, the reason the younger generation to learn from such kind of illustration to the concept of illiterate MANAGEMENT.

Or - to the old joke in which the little man, catching goldfish, contrary to tradition it unwound by only one desire:
- I would like to have had everything!
- Do you all - it was.

Personally, I'm not that anything I do not regret, but understand that this case is meaningless. There is something to remember - and it's good!
I think so. here have already given me a nice phrase. Well, if cited, do not worry, do not fade bright ideas from their frequent repetition: MEMORIES, is the only paradise from which we can not be expelled.
People younger generations are fully aware of this phrase has, perhaps, too early, but you can not believe a word of good advice: try to remember the good that happens to you, collect these points in mind, do not throw away your old photos, keep a diary ...

By keeping these photos I have never treated with care, we can say, incidentally, they have survived in various bags and boxes, without any particular classification. So spread - at random, without specifying the size and the authors. Somewhere the author can be seen at once, somewhere in there, so who are interested can play the "guessing game", though, some even read the signature. Some things I have been detained for months or even years, some perhaps for a few hours, but in any case, all of them I purchased in person, and, therefore, was for some time by their owner, though, often formal. Otherwise, the subject had to be called "What I Saw" [in other people's walls <! - ~ 1 ~ ->]. It was in my childhood, this book by Boris Zhitkova for preschoolers, many of its need to remember.

The fate of these things I do not know. Perhaps they took a decent place in the famous collections or museums. I hope that there is no "copyright" in their publication of the new owners do not. In this case I think that in any case, the photos, many of whom are 20-25 years will be a good addition to any attribution.

In short, watch and enjoy ...