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Aug. 8 on the channel "Culture" will be Memorial Day in May Miturich. Podgotvili series of programs. Here's what written on the website http://www.tvkultura.ru/news.html?id=247088&cid=54


08.08.08 May Miturich. Fulfilled destiny

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The nephew of the Silver Age poet Velimir Khlebnikov, he was the last of Klebnikov, though the female line. The son of avant-garde painters, he and the artist himself, many years of illustrated children's books, writing for the dinosaurs of the Paleontological Museum, the beloved illustrator of Japanese poetry, Bass, member of Russia Academy of Fine Arts in May Petrovich Miturich died this year. August 8 - Day of Remembrance of the artist. In the TV channel "Culture" in this day program will "Execution purpose" of the series "Spring Landscape", dedicated to Mayu Miturich in which the artist draws a light brush my life and career (beginning at 13:40).

May Miturich about himself in the program of the series "Spring Landscape":
I am doomed to be an artist, because from childhood I have seen, basically, only artists. I do up to a certain age thought that all the artists in the world, except for yeast and the porter's wife. But that all ended, and because no special special classes did not give me a home. I'm just in this boiling.

I come to the studio every day and feel a quiet happiness! Because I grew up among artists, my father and mother - the artists, and all my friends were artists. I remember, none of workshops was not. They have been working somewhere in the corners, at home. Indeed, his childhood among the artists somehow determined my fate. Sitting under the table, playing with his toys, cubes, I heard endless talk about art.

And very soon all knew: that - well, and that - bad. Only he did not know how to do. And all my life I'm trying to get closer to those inured early goals and criteria. Mother - Vera V. Khlebnikov - studied abroad - in France, then, in my opinion, in Italy, held from 1912 to 1916. Her fate was such that she was an artist of such a plan, that obviously could not participate in the exhibitions of the time, which fell on the years of her life. She died in 1941, before the war. She was known for a fairly narrow circle of friends and admirers. It was a very narrow circle, home. Her first major exhibition - a retrospective - took place 36 years after her death. First, in Astrakhan, the homeland of her father, Vladimir, and then in Moscow and Russian Museum in Leningrad. The father became well known very early. Already in 1915 he participated in the exhibitions "World of Art". His work has been in the Russian Museum and other repositories. He missed a few in the clip, because immediately after the Academy since 1915, I think, was on the front, and until 1922 he was in military service. What he then did, he did, or in barracks, or ... So he was cut off from the thick of the artistic life. The names appeared among those artists who leaked to the west, such as Malevich.
I have a name on the passport Miturich-Khlebnikov. I did not confer such a metric I was discharged the parents. In the army I was a long time. It so happened that he became a soldier at the end of 1942, and the service continued until 1948. I was a simple soldier, but the 25-th year, released only in April 1948. Of course, I envied those who were older, with whom I served together. They have studied and started their life, and I continued to be a soldier, even lychek no not earned. But, though I had already got into a team of artists at the main road management and even there, got his first experience. With the release of some of the city we were put in trucks with some blanks, materials, and we had carpenters and joiners, and we drove. Another city lights, and already done the installation of the propaganda posters, portraits of the marshals. I even had to visit in Berlin. There, on the Alexanderplatz, was set up our installation. So I kind of fell behind. I began my life of an artist mostly those who were younger than me by five years. I am not a literary man, has little to do with the literary circles. I've stayed in the artists. I avoid to invade the literary sphere, and do not like when writers invade, because writers sometimes confuse many.

Painting in understanding how I was raised, is any painting on canvas. But this painting is not very much. Pictures lot, and painting is not enough. I think that if it is a little gain, it would be good. I am very pleased that I suddenly happened after the illustration (rather small work) to go to the wall and painting. Almost like a tennis court - 28 by 8 meters in the Museum of Paleontology with the dinosaurs. The first and last time was such a monumental work. It has even been awarded with the State Prize. I have a lot of illustrated books for children. But since perestroika, when the usual publishing - "Children's Literature," "Babe" -, stalled and came to naught, I somehow do not fit into the market trade and since then does not show. Occasionally, once every two years for Japan is an order. But not here. I always loved drawing with a brush, ink, pencil, too, though. Sometimes, seeing my drawings with a brush, say: "Well, you Japanese!". I never specifically did not study Japanese art, although I love him. Now my circle of artists-friends are thinned out. Life becomes more and more closed. I believe that my life is still happy in all respects. What I can do it.

(Adapted from the program "Autumn portraits »).