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Here I sit reading Catherine Tar , which recently permeated great respect and reverence , and she writes the following:

After the line was given the command "at ease" and was invited to see an exhibition of recent works by Mark Rothko , which the museum is very proud . All shops Tate cups made ​​in the proper stripes - dark red color , the color of dried blood ( in a late Rothko had a vision of the world). Exhibition as an exhibition , but visitors are clearly divided into two groups : simple visitors and those who have recently visited the exhibition Kabakov in Moscow. First went to admire the view , and the second with slightly confused ( it's not my fiction, I asked someone ) . The fact that after Kabakov characters such as Charles Rosenthal any exhibition " later work " , especially those pathetic , impossible to watch without laughing . Long series of dark gray walls with absolutely identical - in both size and color - abstract paintings , radiating incredible and nothing is not based spiritual claim. This, of course , pure water Charles Rosenthal , unless Basilius Lokhankin .

Still, we must not forget that the original abstract art conceived as a big sell, how rude refusal to layman image with bare aunt. So and Malevich great that he is very frank . When this point begin to sell carefully camouflaged , and VIP- everyman accompanies and sagely asserts that only dreamed of dark red stripes and no naked woman he does not need - it's all worthy of the pen of Daniil Kharms . Or Kabakov.

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