"I'm busy EGGS ..."
Hulot has worked as a rabid, but money is lacking. Therefore had to draw on a contractual basis rather than contract, in which case the originals of drawings owned by publishers rather than artists. They reprinted the book, as we did for it did not have. Sometimes in the search, which would take the money, the artists gathered at Cass Publishers, waiting for a friend will receive a large sum and share with the poor. U Hulot was a notebook, where a pair of pages were written, who should, who settled, and who himself served.
And I left, leaving the shop, a small little notes: "My dear, everything is in order, served with a ruble and eat. I wish you success. Hugs, IL.
It must be the same on the ruble and eat while you can, and a tram ride to and fro.
Hulot, meanwhile enjoyed their life in the studio, he said: "I am now in paradise. I feel the smell of paint and solvent, is the most fantastic smells like a woman - a good French perfume. In my soul singing birds of paradise. I'm so happy, I'll write a lot of pictures with juniper, sea, fish on the new material on board, the DSP, they can withstand the multi-layered texture. I do Estonian art here in Moscow. "
Hulot told me that he met with him, the artists were asked: "Hulot, what are you doing now?" - "I am busy with eggs."
People do not quite understand what the eggs are. And he explained: "Eggs! Egg - a symbol of life. Egg - is birth!". He wrote enormous eggs. Eggs over land, in the colors of Easter eggs, eggs, black, a series of eggs. In Tallinn museum has the most beautiful white egg. Inside the egg - a bird. Hulot conjured on them, interfered with paint, paste relief, carpenter's glue, fish glue, epoxy, interfered burned bronze, which looked like an old copper, and squeezed from a tube with thin streaks nitroemalevye paint. Glued to the drawing ready painted squares, wings, tails, rings, sprayed, to set off something like prokoryabyvat needle and awl drawing.
Perhaps, my memoir will seem boring, but others may perceive them as unnecessary, but I want a little bit to unburden themselves and tell how I can, how difficult life was to us as forbidden to pronounce his name, and even now not all guilty. I am very sorry that I did not write a blog, but fear of arrest led us to Hulot one day destroy our letters.
Sooster LI My Sooster. - Tallinn: Avenarius, 2000. - 176 pp.