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R., of course, not "original artist of the people", it's not about him. His "secret hook" that he very skillfully stylized my things under the kitsch. Makes it, in my opinion, quite consciously and get it right. There is a fine line that has to be experienced. Although, of course, any sane fan of painting from his work at first glance peredernetsya. But still worth a closer look. It has no relation to all that horror, which clogged network. Chas. word))
Boris Con, frame, it seems to me, does not fit the picture. Should be much simpler wooden without gilding. With unobtrusive thread or without thread. And this, incidentally, is a natural kitsch without any styling and subtleties. Therefore out of place.
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About questionable identity - agree. You have opened my eyes!
As for the frame - no. I specifically said Lubkov inflated even more pompous kitsch.
How to make a "decent cut".
But I do not mind to create kitsch. It's nice to know that you do kitsch, so - good.
Here is a sample of my poetic creativity. If interested ...
Theatre
Here was a boy Harlequin, had no appetite for life, he
But fell in love with an older actress, lovely as the sun Margarita
She has a beautiful color tights dampened logs
And always stuck out from under the skirt sausages acute knee
That tormented actress weak cough. Tormented by debt and dreams
She wanted a lot, but just did not want a life of repetitions
Repetition, weak this role - Scene, Loneliness, and Vodka
Imaginary bad mood, weak spiritual wiring ...
Harlequin nice touch skin, withered, but not so
Conducted first thin neck, behind the ears was very bitter
Hugging the shoulders Margarita. Feel the joy of the excitement
All occurred on the couch, in the dirty empty Sunday
Margaret smiled weakly. Inwardly she was naked
Smelled something nasty in the boudoir, old age and rotting paper
And here smelled something sour. Just like that, it stinks - the right word!
Only this Harlequin heard. He was in the evening Casanova
Rastegnula thousands of fasteners, bra rusty padlock,
And Harlequin gray eyes revealed uvyanuvshy kustochek
And he said: Oh, my God! God! Here he is the bud that I really needed!
Allow sweet princess forever be with you - your husband?
Authorize - spake actress tone of a long-forgotten song
And sounding orchestra, and grinned, happy in the curtains demons
And stuck in this sharp little kinzhalchik's faded lepestochek
Harlequin was just a boy, and poured sweet kipyatochek ...
That's the story turned out - a long time he liked, but quickly finished
And since then, Harlequin sad, very concerned occurred
And in the theater everything is dull - the sell-out, and that it, and no,
Walk between the seats polishers ask each other cigarette.