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Vladimir Kara, who has a birthday today!


Yes, but how did it all begin? About a month ago I received a call one person, he said that he was an artist, and his name is Vladimir Kara, and asked me to give Nishina works for the exhibition of Russian artists living in Paris. My question is about who is organizing this exhibition, he replied briefly: "I". And then he flunked me information that he had done, and what more sobitaetsya do. I assure you that is impressive.
"No shit myself!" - I thought. His goal, he had reached: he managed to destabilize me, and I immediately promised to give him the picture, unable to even realize you need to do it or not. "That's my God-Kara-l" - confusion I thought, putting down the receiver!

I do not know whether Kara gave a report on what, for what he takes when he came up to organize this exhibition. And then it was too late.
He did everything himself - a poster, catalog, invitation, he'll take almost all the paintings, he hammered nails into the walls, he talked with City Hall, the Paris Museum of Modern Art, with the press, he sent out invitations ... As a result, the bank provides tour Crédit Lyonnais, seems to be in full force - the French company Railways none other than the need to provide a special train provincial bankers, cultural excursion owners of some hotels (many eerie and weird hosts a lot of hotels), which a man-Orchestra Kara will give a lecture on contemporary art. The result - an interview in the influential weekly magazine Le Nouvel Observateur, and hundreds of posters, plastered all over Paris.
Kara ran the city with his tongue hanging out, returned home as expected, Kara-chkah, but sought only what he wanted.
Yes, I almost forgot: along our little imp had to go to Israel, to the north of France and Germany in their opening days of solo exhibitions. In short, you understand, no? Kara can be used instead of electric!

This really is a man - clockwork, a phenomenally energetic, absolutely positive, a wholly extroverted, friendly, generous.
Even before yesterday, while hanging, he was insane, all shouting and swearing, no it did not take offense to his cries - all snapped to mind, while they themselves pohihikivali and looked at him tenderly. As you see, God Kara turned this gift - I got a new friend.


A picture of him quite different, because that's what a story. Paintings his gentle, slightly sad, they tell of waiting, of forgiveness, of parting, the full moon ...

1 Sun Nyon. Acrylic on paper duplicated, 100 x 70
2 Gray still-life. Acrylic on paper duplicated, 100 x 70
3 Mahogany. Acrylic on paper duplicated, 100 x 70
4 Silence of the sun. Acrylic on paper duplicated, 100 x 70
5 Rear Window. Acrylic on paper duplicated, 100 x 70
6 On the waterfront. Acrylic on paper duplicated, 100 x 70
7 Still Life with a red cloth. Acrylic on paper duplicated, 100 x 70
8 expectations. Acrylic on paper duplicated, 100 x 70
9 On the boulevard. Acrylic on paper duplicated, 100 x 70
10 Between sky and sea. Acrylic on paper duplicated, 100 x 70