before it bends of the road. In the bushes and trees. Roads (alleys, streets,
passages, stairs) are not uncommon in her paintings. Some of them are smooth, straight, other
with rotations in the dark. Or in failure. That's "Nikita
Botanical Garden. "Park lane, cherry-cinder, well-groomed, as if
pressed. On it a man, a man in a black coat and black hat, he
away from us and can not leave. He spent nine years, and he was not given
never leave. Who is he, why he is what his fate? We do not know. But he lives,
both live trees and shrubs around the cropped, as the fish live in the Fountain
pool, he goes and invites us to follow him into the mystery. In the world of Natalia
Nesterova. Recently, oil on canvas "Nikita Botanical Garden" viewers met
right at the entrance to the exhibition of works Gadaev Nesterova and Lazarus.
About Natalia Nesterova know much more than about a man who wandered
in the Botanical Gardens in Nikita. About her writing, has finally come out albums, it
paintings become respected national museums and collectors of many
countries, its name with reverence commemorated in New York, Paris, Hamburg and Tokyo. And
Yet it is the identity of the mysterious. Artist-sphinx. Of those that do not like
to talk about his work ("from what rubbish ...") and even more so something
to explain them. The fact that they have, that is. And let everyone see what
he sees and understands it, that he understands. Assume the conditions of the author.
It seems that the names of his paintings often give reluctant Nesterov,
as if by necessity, only denoting a place for the viewer or the subject
picturesque scene. "What clues?" And often no accidents
on her canvases, and not at all. Something (people, houses Prechistenka, the Baltic sea gulls,
maps, broken things) still. Or dreaming. Though there rages outside
studio or gallery, a nervous tragic end of the millennium. Rages, rages,
Of course, Nesterova and painting, because it is - a true art,
captures the essence of flying days of anxiety and hope of the artist, and even holding
memory concerns and worries of everyday life and in your pocket - a string bag, away from her paintings
long you can. I happened to write about Nesterova, and now I have to
repeated. Pictures of her have a tendency to revive and draw you into the limits
its energy density. This is ensured by the gift and ability to master.
Canvases it was immediately taken prisoner by your opinion, and feel them more energy
the strain of colors, emotional and dynamic states that the life within
rectangular canvases began to seem to be equivalent and equal life
that is around us and inside us. In this case we are not copies of life, and the possible
variants of it.
And at first it seemed to work fun game of strangeness
caused by the desire to "stand out". Beside her canvases shook their heads, and sometimes
speak maliciously. Then he got used to them. A stubborn Nesterov, without changing itself and
his art, enduring a misunderstanding, really stood out. She anyone
not like. Familiar lover, being a regular "team" exhibition
gaze slid along the walls, but now will think: "Aha, a Nesterov is."
Declared to be imitators, but nothing came of them. Emulate a large
the artist can not be. Fool's errand ... But if imitation, therefore, recognized
carried away. Rated.
And the world Nesterovoj used. How to get used to the new complex or
unexpected music. After all, what, say, unpleasant or bad
seemed to works by composers of the Vienna school, but now without them
imagine modern music. In the case of Nesterovoj seemingly simpler. In her
art, many of the old tunes. It does not create any serial dodecaphony,
or Suprematism. Do not translated steam locomotives to electric traction. It
with persistence and audacity of the artist created a capable special
way to convey the magic and drama of life. In this self-creation involved
and the free element of nature ("I'm Easy Rider" - said on the Nesterov
opening), and discipline of the mind, and knowledge about many things, made up
it. In our culture of the twentieth century - and the disastrous collapses
abyss. But in the old Moscow intellectuals Nesterov, luckily for us,
communication times are not decayed. And the artist's appeal to the different methods,
primitivism say, was in accord with the tradition of high culture. And
thank God.
Yes, strange and sometimes mysterious world of Natalia Nesterova, with its conditional
characters, faces, masks, with a house of cards and creatures, with
sculpture park, which lively people with cold and melancholy of old buildings
with the dead and attacking dogs with nervous flight of birds, cardinals, with the
fantasies of the author, with its speculations and its hot everyday sense, with its
grotesque, with its elegiac and admiration, with its mischief and its
good manners. But this is our peace with you. Another thing is that he will see the true
artist, which hitherto was not, and we asked: become co-authors,
invoke the aid of his soul, his life experience, his attitude, and you
guess, for what he lives and works Natalia Nesterova. But you can not
guess, but just one more time to perceive the beauty and sadness of life, the mysteries of the same
let them remain mysteries.
In the Crimean embankment at the exhibition Natalia Nesterova, and Lazarus Gadaev
("... Finally waited in the wings ...") was represented by Nesterov
public only "partial." Many paintings, important for her and for our
painting of the "remote" collection would be difficult to get to Moscow.
It is a pity, of course. But Nesterov last two years with the passion of writing specifically
for its long-awaited Big Show. And we saw a new in it. No new
Nesterov, namely, new to old Nesterova.
Anxious, restless, for example, have different stories, some
"Elgrekovskoe" movement arose in the clouds. More. And once seemed
Sometimes, her people, houses and things, and the limitations of canvases closely (in the "Humans
on the beach, "for example), they are willing to break the space of the picture,
scatter, all of the wall. And then the sky above us. "Chamber" Nesterov -
and suddenly the muralist? And why not? She and the first is not always possible to
themselves to be the chamber. Yet most of its point of view was of the earth. But now
if soared and it became apparent in her work space vision. And
Characters received it is the wall ("Human Mask", "City
Moscow "," Fly Away cardinals, "" The Seasons "). And naturally come
appeal to the subjects, people and piercing century ("The Last Supper", "Beating
Baby, "" The Flight into Egypt "), Providence, and people. Perfect designs
universe and everyday practice. And who are the implementers of ideas, the number of
also twelve ("Human Mask"), whose will, in whose hands and
whose weights souls, our delusions of passion, fun? And what
man in harmony with all life, the sea, with a stone, with white birds, with the very
a? Where we sail ("floating"), to which the bank?
However, I immediately fantasize "about" Nesterovoj? Nails of reason
a miracle of art is not to pin the topic of the day. Yes and no good. It is important that a miracle
it makes you think about the eternal and hope for a good rumble in the human
shocks, the tramp of crowds and splits the crust ...
Stormy days, the Rumanian. I watched the program "Time". At the rally podium
suddenly I see Anna Blondianu. A beautiful woman, decorated with such techniques and
balls. Several years ago, surprised her story. Mistress
dialectical materialism in Bucharest, so as not to starve, decides to keep the
chickens on the balcony. But the eggs, she bought, hatch angels. Pink cherubs,
of those that surround the Madonna. Scientific understanding of the world does not agree with the ladies
the possibility of their existence, but angelyata - live, they squeak, cry,
require food, warmth and care. And the mother appears in a scientific lady. She is doing
important report on the basics, but you have to haul to the meeting chair (not
Who left), pink angels, which should not be, and present them
instead of the report ... Last year, for the first time in the history of Literary Institute on the first
rate of women was made more than men. In the reading public at the hearing
now the names and L. Petrushevskaya T.Tolstoy. With a bitter triumph took their place
in our culture and the human conscience, Anna Akhmatova and Marina
Tsvetaeva ... One after another passed, and became a phenomenon exhibition T.Nazarenko,
N.Nesterovoy, I.Starzhenetskoy (who is next? Olga Bulgakov? Xenia
Nechitailo? Olga Grechina? Anna Birshtein?). But there is nothing unexpected, and
No unexplained. In the hour of life's disasters, bitterness and despair,
ozone holes, the expectations of universal catastrophes are necessary to preserve
human life wisdom and kindness of the feminine. Eternal
femininity. Mother. Wife. Daughter. Homemakers. Nurse.
Bereginya (under the cover of the exhibition were the peasants, poets, eccentrics,
philosophers, lovers of Lazarus Gadaev, but they are not a special subject in these
Notes to lead). In part, the witch and the ...
A teenage girl in jackets with sketchbook in hand, went to write in the Sea
Dzintari. What are the mysteries and discoveries, it is yet to come?
1990
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