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Lucy, the first bouquet is wonderful. Thank you.
Article by Igor S. Dudinsky directory Alferov. Directory itself I do not have a year and I do not know. Like the 90-s.
 
  It works fantastically combines high aestheticism and folk "source materials", modernist pretentiousness and Dadaist quivering, bottomless symbolism and limit tangibility Russian lubok, pictorial subtlety, and "rough" specific timetable. But all together it does not amateurism, not eclectic, and the transfer of the most powerful spiritual experience, an introduction to the sacred, secret, an approximation to the "beginning of all beginnings."
Sergey Alferov of those which say they are slightly out of this world. His life discomfort and irrational. He refused to amenities, settling in one of Moscow's artistic communes among itinerant philosophers, hippies, clochards and fanatics painting. His bed - sleeping bag. His desk - a box from under the bottles. But he is thrown open to all the cosmic energy, absorbing them with greed and lust, hurrying to catch and capture the information.
However, Sergey Alferov - not just a medium, coldly and dispassionately recording the direction of astral vortices. His eyes turned first to the most ancient recesses of consciousness. Of bygone centuries and civilizations, he draws is that very relevant today. Signs of the deceased and non-existent it is necessary to decipher if only for the timid attempts of their own salvation - perhaps even unconsciously, fragmented reproducing these weird characters, we are at least partially able to find a link to higher powers. And here is not important level of our "intellectualism" - in the end, recite prayers and those who do not understand the meaning of their constituent words.
Magic in principle accessible to everyone. Another matter that we draw "circles", "crosses" and "triangles", not thinking about consequences (we simply do not come to mind). Initiates the same approach to business professional. Therefore, from meeting with their creativity sweetly aching heart. Only the "super-human" love this world, you can learn, simple, unpretentious things are becoming global, generalized categories. For handicapped man in the street cares a whale, an elephant or a turtle - just zoological exhibits. And how few, alas, left madmen who no doubt consider them sacred foundation of the earth's firmament.
Fortunately, Sergei Alferov - of them, from the "misguided" (he draws a turtle, encapsulating the entire universe at once). His "inside" is so fused with the "external", that one is reminded of the original postulate of the dialectic nature, created man for the sake of knowledge itself. And not the fault of the artist, that his discovery of reality does not match the generally accepted ideas.
As far as the art of Sergei Alferov nationally? On the one hand, it is convenient to answer this question, referring to the cosmic Russian soul (whatever you say, but his work is absorbed and reflected the smells of many "distant, wonderful country"). On the other - it is so dissolved in a primitive esoteric traditions, so spiritually assimilated that, at first glance, irreversible atrophy ethnically. Nevertheless, his departure into "inner emigration" did not result in a break with the "quintessence of Russia - and little need to understand the nuances and subtleties of the eastern, kayficheskogo attitude that through a flimsy outline andersenovskih steeples and attics see the romance of other geographical spaces, feel the acrid smell of wild Slavic steppes, hear the neighing of grazing quietly in the night mares. Truly, what fantastic and unattainable goal that set themselves Russian artists, the farther away from their native soil rushes their rebellious spirit, the more they are "at ease", the more interesting, more profound and original wrought by their reality, the greater their contribution to the treasury world culture.
Sergei Alferov, the lone Russian poludaos-polusufy, wandering umbrella with holes through the centuries, legends, gives us his tender, touching revelations and ... unlimited calls in the unknown distance.
                                                                                                                                       Igor Dudinskiy