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Capital Hospitality
MOSCOW HERALD
The organizers of the exhibition "Moscow hospitable" Gallery "Russian estate," engaged in the search nemerkantilnyh answers to the question of what draws visitors to Moscow from all parishes.
In Russia since time immemorial hospitality meant not only hospitality and generous meal. It meant also a sincere desire to open the door to the visitor a world in which the owner lives. Understanding the different way of life, traditions and attitudes, values, koi are honored not just accepted as immutable - not whether it is for centuries, ever since Ivan the Terrible, helps foreign guests to settle on Russian soil, and even indulge in her deep roots? And not by us whether provoked contempt for native penates leads today to the fact that many "guests" often behave in First Throne as the hosts. However, delve into the socio-political realities in this case does not seem necessary. We emphasize only that certain social subtext in this show, of course, there is: love "to the native ashes" and "fatherly graves" can (and should!) To eat including the power of art. It seems that this principle guided the organizers of the exhibition.
As a result of the relatively small but very diligently aligned space turned large, panoramic "portrait" of the Moscow mother: with its gardens and boulevards, mansions and festivals, historical monuments and romantic backyard. And the panorama of this bizarre way unfolded simultaneously in the past and the future. Artists whose work and made a collection that belong to the so-called new wave of Russian realism and the work itself reflects the fact that most strongly attracts and fascinates them in the face of our city. In the halls of the Russian Country Estate "found a worthy place for chamber" Mansion Denis Davydov (S. Kozhin), and for large-scale "Winter morning in Moscow" (Smirnov), inexplicably combined the portraits of the bearded Moscow merchants (of S. Kirillov ) and fragile silhouettes of dancers from the Bolshoi Theatre (a series of papers by Aldoshina). However, the art gallery owner in the fact that the combined nesovmeschaemoe and embrace the boundless. Much more interesting than others.
"Russian estate - a private gallery, not the showroom. Here comes something that is in demand from the buyer, not just the work that may shock the audience, as is the fashion showrooms, postmodernists. Shock public bathroom with excrement or pricked her "constellation" of empty bottles and beer cans - the action, perhaps the spectacular, but fleeting, and happenings for the next need a new - something more sophisticated. Around such objects fashionable audience goes with an enthusiastic expression on his face (that is, real art!), But not in a hurry to buy. Self-respecting art collectors are mostly invested in something more suited to their understanding of the true values, preferring a "time-tested classics, either ... that's this very" new wave "of Russian realism. Enough to carefully study the albums of artists represented at the show and count the number of works are in private or museum collections. And the press itself postmodern art community is slowly but surely flog an inexperienced individual that realistic art - not even a "museum dust, but dust and ashes, no value to the present day (and even more so tomorrow) do not have.
Traveling through the halls of the gallery (as well as by time and age), one wonders: Is not unrecognizable image of the historic Moscow with carved boulevards demolished or rebuilt, mansions, with throwing ominous shadow on the Kremlin towers and the belfry of Ivan the Great Box novodelnogo City unavoidable consequence of our total neglect of its own past, and along with the future? It is not whether there will be something that lives in pictures and preserved in private collections, the only evidence that Moscow has not always been the metropolis that exists in other people's standards? One never knows hour, and over the First Throne zagudit opposite rapturously Chekhov's melancholy call. For example, Griboedov "here I am no longer the rider?
Victoria PESHKOV
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