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Сообщение от fabosch

Your first picture I liked. Its true story I will now explain to you in times of serious thought. And the plot is so obvious that your intellectual stupor can be explained to only vtoroaprelskim othodnyakom. This is "the highway" came out a hero velaskesova glorious countryman and brandishing a spear meets racing "progress in art" in the absence of in these parts of windmills. Prodelyvavet all that he is in the name of the Beautiful Lady. Well, the name of this lady, as you've probably already guessed, if you already drank the brine, the most beautiful thing in the world: her name - Abstraction.
Incidentally, I remember as a young man reading a story that Lee Bradbury, then, whether Simak about how that's a knight with a spear from some backwoods went every evening to meet with a spear at the ready fast train, which seemed to him a monster.
But the second your image is less than impressed. The only morality which has flowed out (no more cups) of this scene is this: if we say, Comrade. Guriev, that Comrade. Vrubel was one step away from becoming the father of abstract art instead of the venerable Comrade. Kandinsky, I am afraid he is very upset for us and with the same enthusiasm will be a pioneer for Vrkbelya war, dragging the rope on their side.
Though Comrade enthusiasm. Gurieva I like. More to such pionerov and, as would say our leader and teacher, life will become happier.

Have you read "The Dragon" Bradbury. Doubly magic atmosphere of reality, perfectly preserved in the translation of Nora Gaal - the mood in a way consonant with abstract surreal aspects of our theme. ) Yes, that's the story, just not long:

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There is no stir in the vast swampy plain, only a breath of night
Shakes low grass. For many years, no bird flew by
enormous blind shield the sky. Once, long ago, then pretended to
living small pebbles - they crumbled and crumbled into dust. Now in my soul
two people that hunched by the fire, lost in the desert, stirring
only one night, the darkness gently flows through the veins, smoothly, quietly knocking on
temples.
   Reflections of the fire dance on the bearded faces, shaking orange bursts
in the deep wells of pupils. Everyone listens to the smooth, quiet
another breath, and even hear, it seems like slowly, like a lizard
blinking eyelids. Finally, one begins to stir the coals with a sword in the fire.
   - Stop it, you fool, you betray us!
   - What is the importance - meets one another. - Dragon still uchuet us
from afar. Well holodische, Dear God! I'd rather be sitting in his castle.
   - We are looking for is not sleep but death ...
   - And what for? Well, what for? The dragon had never climbed into our
city!
   - Quiet you fool! It devours all who are traveling alone between
our city and nearby.
   - So let it be devoured, and we get home.
   - Shh ... Do you hear?
   Both froze.
   They waited a long time, but at night only trembled fearfully hides horses, just
velvety black diamonds, but just barely tinkled silver stirrups.
   - Oh and the place is here, - he sighed second. - Here the good do not wait. Someone
blows out the sun, and at once - the night. And even then, then ... Lord, you just
Hear! They say that this dragon from the eyes - the fire. Breathes white steam,
seen from afar, as he rushes through the dark fields. Carried in the sulfuric flames and
thunder and sets fire to the grass. Sheep in the fear rush helter-skelter, and, distraught,
gave up the ghost. Women give birth to monsters. Rage dragon shake the walls,
towers crumble and turn to dust. At dawn on the hills strewn with the bodies of victims.
Tell me, how many knights have opposed this monster and killed as
perish, and we?
   - Come on, sick of it!
   - How not to get bored! Amid this desolation, I did not even know what year
yard!
   - Nine hundred of the Nativity.
   - No, no, - whispered the other and blinked. - Here, on the plain, there is no
Time - only eternity. I feel that's run out back on the road - and
there is not so, the city is gone, people not yet born, stone
walls have not yet sourced from quarries, logs are not cut down the forests, not
ask how I know this very plain knows and tells me. And we
sitting here alone in the country, the fiery dragon. God save us and have mercy!
   - Holding the fear in my heart, but do not forget the sword and armor!
   - What's the use? The dragon is brought from nowhere and we do not know where it
housing. He disappears into the mist, and we do not know where he is hiding. Well,
put on armor, and met his death during armed.
   Not having time to fasten the silver armor, the second re-froze and turned around.
   On the gloomy side, which was dominated by darkness and emptiness, from the heart of the plains
broke wind, and brought the dust that flows through the clock, measuring the passage of time. In
the depth of this unprecedented vortex of the sun blazing black and flew a myriad of
burned leaves, plucked from the unknown to any autumn trees somewhere beyond
horizon. Under this hot swirl melted meadows and hills, the bone becomes thinner
like a white wax, blood mutilas and thickened, and slowly settled in the brain.
Whirlwind blew, and it flew thousands of troubled souls who are perishing. This was
dusk, enveloped in mist, enveloped in darkness, and there was no place for man, and not
was neither day nor the hour - the time has disappeared, leaving only the two in an impersonal
vacuum, in a sudden storm of icy, white thunder, that was coming in for
transparent green shield the descending lightning. The grass whipped rain, and
Again all was quiet in the cold darkness, in the breathless silence that are left
the living warmth that the two men.
   - Here, - whispered the first. - That's it! ..
   In the distance, miles, thundered deafening, roared - dashed
dragon.
   In the silence of both girded and sat on their horses. Pristine
midnight silence was broken menacing hiss, the dragon is rapidly
was coming in - closer, closer, over the crest of the hill flashed fierce fire
eyes, there was something dark, obscure, slipped down, writhing in the valley and
disappeared.
   - Hurry!
   They spurred their horses and rode to the nearest ravine.
   - He will be here!
   Hastily closed the horses blinders eyes and hands in iron gloves
raised their spears.
   - Good Lord!
   - Yes, we trust in the Lord.
   Moment - and the dragon doubled the slope. Fiery red eyes stared at the monster
them, the armor flashed red sparks and glare. With the horrific hysterical
crying and gnashing of dragon lunged forward.
   - God forgive us!
   Spear struck by the yellow eyes without eyelids, bent - and the rider took off from
saddle. The dragon knocked him off his feet, threw, to bend. Casually brushed black
hot arm of the second horse, and tossed together with the rider off for good
hundred feet, and they crashed on a huge boulder, a dragon with a hysterical
shrill howls and whistles roared on, all wrapped in red, scarlet,
purple flame, a huge soft feathers glare of acrid smoke.
   - Did you see? - Said someone. - Everything is exactly as I told you so!
   - Same, to a tee! Knight in armor, that's Strike me blind! We
knocked!
   - Did you stop?
   - Already tried again. I found nothing. Reluctant to dwell on this
wasteland. Horror picks. Something is unclean.
   - But someone we downed!
   - I whistled full swing, small could step aside, but he did not move!
   Whirlwind tore the veil of mist.
   - In Stokley will arrive on time. Podbros-ka coal, Fred.
   The new whistle shook the dew drops from an empty sky. Breathing fire and fury
night fast swept across the deep ravine, with acceleration and took the lift
disappeared, disappeared forever in the cold gave the north, leaving only
Black smoke and steam - and long melted into air, numb.

Thank you, fabosch, for reminding me about the story, very grateful for the rapid interpretation of the painting, and huge respect for the idea to replace the coffee with brine - from kreatiffa already head began to smoke.

Promise valiant abstraktobortsu and svetopoklonniku Comrade. Guryev, of course, was, especially on the first canvas, depicting a romantic rebellion luminous elements herald abstract Turner against the sanctifying hierarchy of earthly order light of the latent abstraktivista Velazquez.
In 2-x, then clear the eve of a major battle with the lord tehnozmiem.
Next trail interpretations diverge. Who is this glorious lytsar?
Razdobrevshy on borscht Dulcinea Cervantes' hero?
Or the new George, this time decided to decided to do a dragon magic wand?
Or in the saddle himself Comrade. Guriev, the last stronghold of members of the forum and all of humanity against the monster anti-art?
Wait, wait ... Yes, the battle is izbrazil artist? Would pose a rider said about his determination to put the stomach in an uncompromising battle? Rather, much raised arm with a rod like a gesture of greeting and testifies to the same half-turn to the audience - say, look: we - the new rulers of technocrats - dispassionately accept the imperative of time and the first to welcome the mirage of scientific, technological and cultural revolution.
Oh, and the tree at the right edge - not that a white tethering post??

On the b & w photos of fun kentavricheskoe similarity Pollock with the figure: head, back and shoulder - almost like a horseman, and lower extremities - almost like a horse. )

Now, having discussed the nuances, we must finally answer the basic question: who we still read and drive a horse to the driver?
Hey, is there anyone here who has brine is not over yet ...? )