Died Vagrich Bahchanyan
 

in New York on 72 th year of life died cartoonist and writer Vagrich Bahchanyan.

12.11.2009 23:18
 
In New York, at 72, died cartoonist and writer Vagrich Bahchanyan.

Bahchanyan was born in Kharkov, graduated from the local studio of decorative art. In 1965, the first time participated in an informal exhibition.

Friends with the writers Yuri Ìèëîñëàâñêèì and Eduard Savenko, who invented the nickname - Limonov.

Since mid-1960 Bahchanyan lived in Moscow, worked in the Literary Gazette. Many of his quip was folklore: "We were born to make Kafka come true", "All power - the sonnet," "Bay thumbs - save Russia!".

In 1974 Bahchinyan emigrated, settling in New York, where he continued to work actively. In the post-Soviet Russia published literary and graphic works Bahchanyana.


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He died Vagrich Bahchanyan In New York on 72, died cartoonist and writer Vagrich Bahchanyan. That was reported by Radio Liberty.

Bahchanyan was born in 1938 in Kharkov, in the mid 60's he moved to Moscow, where he participated in the informal exhibitions and worked in the comic section of the Literary Gazette "Club 12 chairs."

That he composed a series of aphorisms, subsequently becoming folklore: "We were born to make Kafka come true", "Superfluous man - it's my own", "Bay thumbs - save Russia!". In addition, Bahchanyan coined a nickname for his friend, writer Eduard Savenko - Eduard Limonov.

In 1974 Bahchanyan emigrated to the United States and settled in New York, where he published five books.

Two of them were republished in Russia: "a lot of the Flies: making art" and "Cherry Hell and other plays."

13.11.2009 09:49






 Information:
Books Vagricha Bahchanyana
1981 - "Autobiography of the author of forty,
1981 - "Visual diary: 1/1/80 - 12/31/80",
1985 - "The demarche enthusiasts" (co-authored with Sergey and Nahum Dovlatov Sagalovskim)
1986 - "Signac eye: puantel Aviv poem"
1986 - "Not a day without a line (annual report),
1986 - "Poems of various years,
2003 - "a lot of the Flies: Arts,
2005 - "The Cherry Hell" and other plays. "

Outstanding and highly unappreciated at home artist. Of course he is not a cartoonist. It is known that very ill, had surgery for 70.

Yes, but, for example, I learned about his work (not caricatures, collages, their childhood, I knew from LH) only during the "mature" perestroika, when our late Annetta Yakovlevna Baath brought to Samara several exhibitions of nonconformist, "the second Russian avant-garde and from the collection of Jacob and kendo Bar Gerova.

Interesting. I like many have black album "Nonconformists" - catalog of Kendo and Jacob Bar-Gera. For him the impression that in their meeting many artists are very nonexponential work for them. Have not looked, but Bahchanyan I think in the directory has been submitted "medical" collages.

I do not remember now what the exhibition which Bahchanyan was submitted. Exhibitions followed one after another.
A Bar at the exhibition Herovit, incidentally, was a lot of documents, photographic material on the history of non-conformism in the Soviet Union. This time to form and many of me, of course.

Good obituary
 

One of the best obituaries that have ever read: http://kommersant.ru/doc.aspx?DocsID=1275548&NodesID=8 Author - Anna Tolstova

Yes, well. That would all adhere to this. Especially Comedian every domoroshennym.
And as an example:

In the 80th years Lenya Talochkin often asked me,
whether the relationship to the artist V. Bahchanyanom, who emigrated in the 70th years in New York.
I have not heard about it, but in Yerevan have been a lot of families who arrived after the Second World War from Kharkov, and I asked some of his friends and family
Kazandzhyan told me that this family as they barely escaped from the genocide in Armenia 1915godu, and from 18 года settled in Kharkov.
 In 36-37's were represirovany and vydimo it played a decisive role in his thinking and the love he had for the Soviet regime.

Alexander Genis on Vagriche Bahchanyane.
 

«Superfluous Man sounds proudly»


 As always, Bahchanyana, pun breaks into laughter and stuffed with philosophy. Redundant - this is freedom, and Vagrich keeping it all my life, because he was the most principled man in the history of art. It was his slave and master. Soothed art, he left his freedom, sharing it only with his beloved muse - his wife Ira. Bahchanyan realized and courageously chose a difficult and an enviable fate. He always did, let us repeat: always, only what he wanted. It was not him either the Politburo or the Pope.

In the red corner of the Kharkiv plant "Piston" instead of Lenin Vagrich created a homage to Jackson Pollack. Having given the workers a leaky bucket with colored paint, he taught them fun to pace the linoleum up shop until the floor was not horizontal fresco in the avant-garde style dripping. This has not happened in America.

From Kharkov Vagricha expelled. In Moscow, he became the darling of the best points of the capital - "Club 12 chairs" in the Literary Gazette. Once editors have come to the aid of Major. His soldiers have established a museum of absurd things Bahchanyana. Among them were, for example, scissors. One blade ended with a spoon, another - with a fork.

In the West Vagrich behaved no better: he would not tolerate any violence, including commercial, or influence, especially - friendly. Dovlatov, which belonged to Vagrichu tremulously, he did not want that he designed the book. He reasonably feared that the cover will score the text.

- So what? - Said Bahchanyan. And, agreeing, we published the magazine "Seven Days" - the only body, which was built under the illustration, and not vice versa. Weekly Vagrich brought several dozen works, but we've struggled with that for them to print. Now these numbers are collected by collectors.

Vagrichu got away with it because it wore on them. Communicating with him was a holiday - like the First of May: Spring speech and language work. As guests Bahchanyan came as a tour, and not to let him go longer, I once thought for the day to start a small dumplings. Everyone he accompanied a joke, acute and twisted like a corkscrew. And I dreamed that the dumplings will never end.

But this does not happen. Vagrich died. As wanted.

Alexander Genis
November 13, New York