The dim, gray autumn day. Drizzling cold rain. To Belyaeva get - both ends of the earth. Metro yet, have a foot stomping, or go by bus from "Kaluga". The huge vacant lot on the edge of his stunted birch grove. Clay Champs land plowed ruts. Some fifty - the artists with pictures under his arm, and their friends - their way through the mud to the center of the wasteland. One of them remarked that at the edge of the birch stands movie camera on a tripod, bustling crew. "GB, the mother of their ..."
And then begins a phantasmagoria. At cheese wind "nonconformists" unpack their works. Appear trucks loaded with seedlings and strong guys in identical raincoats. With a roar moves a couple of bulldozers. Catching up machine-"polivalki. It turns out - these "abstractionists" tried to prevent workers to subbotnik on gardening. Strong guys are beginning to push artists and supporters of anti-Soviet scum. Bulldozers, chadya diesel fuel, are trying to drive away the crowd, like sheep in the flock. The protagonist of "Belyaeva" Oscar Rabin hangs on the knife of one of the bulldozers. "Polivalki" powerful jets of icy water to cool feeling of the participants of this wonderful cultural action.
Feeling quite absurd. Jump on the ruts, slip on the viscous clay, trying to evade the irrigation machines and greening stalwart. Paintings pile and set alight. Some Scandinavian correspondent smash "Nikon" and physiognomy. Several participants "Bulldozer Exhibition" haze in the police "UAZ", taken to the slammer and hard trample ribs.
Left intact, but the soil oneself with mud, reach the "Kaluga", go to someone of his friends, adding to a drink - from cold, fear and amazement shaking. Includes "Spidola" and hear what the Voice of America "within a half hour after the event gives it a complete description. It is almost on-line. Then, because the Internet was not!
In general, the scandal because of "exhibition in Belyaeva" came out roaring. Western media have vied with each other compared the bonfire of the paintings in the USSR with a bonfire of books in Nazi Germany. There is a district police chief demoted because he made a mistake. The KGB began to organize a special sub-unit to work with "avant-garde non-conformist".
Two weeks later, in the Indian summer, was allowed to arrange a "showing of painting" in the meadow in Izmailovo Park. Four hours in the sun there are hundreds of works of art admired more than fifteen thousand people. How do they know that we should go in Izmailovo? Yes, thanks to the same "voice". A "vote" once dubbed the event in Izmailovo "Soviet Woodstock", by analogy with a huge rock festival in America.
What happened then? All remained in the Soviet, and at the same time everything changed. It turned out that you can deal with not only the art, which is paid for State money - thousands of people interested in "avant-garde. It became clear that it is possible, though terrible, to communicate with Western diplomats and journalists. Go on a visit to the diplomatic ghetto, to commune totally different life with whiskey, gin and tonic, beleyshimi walls of apartments and smells not "Red Moscow" and Chanel № 5. And it became clear that one can believe it: we are the same artists as the Americans, Italians, Frenchmen. We just from the USSR. And it is time here to go to those places where people in the art of sense knows that. The problem is that Western diplomats and journalists in the art, like most any other diplomats and journalists, did not really know. They were simply tired buy balalaika, dolls and "Palekh". Over a hundred dollars they could buy, this, "oil on canvas," made by the artist, about whom the newspapers. Go buy it at his Paris for a hundred dollars a picture of the artist, about whom wrote Le Monde! Artists went. Russia lost their.
U TRAITS OF CIVILIZATION
Flourished acacia bushes
How it all began? Perhaps, on the northern outskirts of Moscow, Lianozovo, which in the 50 years is an area where in-bug-infested huts inhabited by all sorts of deklassanty: intellectuals, rewind time in Stalin's camps, the small Jewish craftsmen, thieves and punks and drunken railroad workers Other dubious public.
There lived an old man, and Eugene, "Evgesha" Kropyvnytskyi. Artist and poet, remembered the 20-ies, VHUTEMAS, poetry readings and cleansing at the Polytechnical Museum, he did not had time to sit down, but waited for many years his son Leo, packed to the gulag for "Sovietism. Around Eugene Kropivnitskogo going youth, dreaming of another life. He took on the open-air, and taught to paint sunrises and sunsets Oscar Rabin, his daughter, Valentine, then married to Oscar, explaining that such an art, Dmitri Krasnopevtsev and Dmitry Plavinsky. He read his poems for teenagers recently deceased Henry Sapgir, half of whom knew the Soviet Union as one of the greatest poets of childhood, but never suspected that he was an excellent "adult" poet, but in the early 60's wrote a ballad about an old Jew, and artisans living in the the edge of civilization, where the summer toxic bloom-yellow flowers of acacia. By "Evgeshe" walked served in the protection of camps brilliant poet, Igor Holin, also departed from us, the author of the poem here:
died in the barracks 47 years.
No children.
She worked in a men's room ...
What lived on earth?
He studied his Vsevolod Nekrasov, who wrote the "Elegy":
The hunter fired at the hare.
And if he is the most salt in the ass?
So, the 70-years in the Soviet Union had many wonderful artists and poets. Often much more adequate international cultural situation. But "lianozovtsy" realized price and the value of freedom. Oscar Rabin, an artist for "Hamburg score" is secondary, obsolete in his own knife and went to the Soviet bulldozers. Bad poet and unimportant "podstrochechny" translator from the Georgian Alexander Glezer not afraid to be the organizer of the Bulldozer ". The young genius of mathematics and home writer Victor Tupitsyn not be afraid, to shelter in his apartment in Belyaeva future heroes on the night before the event. Then it otmetelili in the militia. Victor, dopolzshi to the house, whispered: "I have only two eggs. I want to have a child. Send them all here at ... "I went to America with a young iskusstvovedkoy Margarita Masterkova. Now they have a grown daughter, Masha, Victor - Professor Margarita - chief specialist in the U.S. from Russia on the art of the twentieth century. Had been ousted by those who wanted and could not talk about the importance in their own country. And maybe the way it should? Perhaps about our business only and we must speak of?
I WANT TO HERE
They went away, those who could be useful to the fatherland. The only native land became increasingly futile. Live in an eternal autumn, munch bad boots on muddy clay, mixed with snow novovypavshim became unbearable. And went. In Israel, via Vienna, and then - as lucky enough as the head vstryanet. In Jerusalem, Cologne, Rome, New York and Paris.
Those who were in New York, demonstrated cultural competency. New York twenty years ago, a City of Stardust. Stardust drizzled from the sky and the cornices of skyscrapers like rotten plaster. But few knew what to blame for the ocean. Others went to Paris - as the same city, a center of attraction for all and all. It poured on the head dandruff the aging of European civilization. And our heroes "Bulldozer" - thought that dandruff is the so-called modern art. Did not understand that the Parisian cultural situation - is at best a powder sold in supermarkets Leclerc.
Now on the Seine there are few veterans of the Bulldozer ". They live very close to the Pompidou modern art named Oscar Rabin and Valentine Kropivnitskaya. Thanks to the French authorities - Rabin, whom Western journalists labeled "Solzhenitsyn painting, given an apartment and studio. This is very true thing. Rabin - the average artist, but he was able to change the pre-history of the USSR under development. His mind, his courage and his ability to use what we now call "nyusmeykerstvom, mixed card powerbrokers. And does it matter that, once in Paris, he began to paint instead of barracks and herring, which lies on a page of Pravda, the slanting curves houses Marais district, and smoked mackerel on the page "Le Monde"?
There is Edward Zelenin, an artist from Vladimir, to paint with green apples sitting on their flies. Of course, pictures Zelenin can be sold only in pyatirazryadnyh salon galleries. But to waste the Soviet state in the face of the KGB a lot of money (twenty-five operatives, I think, are not cheap), so as not to give Zelenin get to Moscow for the exhibition. That's what it costs to painting!
"Bulldozer" was indirectly involved in this art. After her in Soviet newspapers said it was a provocation. Of course, provocation, an amazing, very successful. Then we were ashamed of this. We provocative tactics did not surprise anyone. Professional after the opening of the exhibition tells a colleague: "I've got a five TV-cameras were ..." went to Paris this is not implied. That's still live in the city, about which we dream. They just wanted to be artists. And they they stayed.
Mikhail Roginsky, the artist, who managed the almost impossible - to link the traditions of Russian and Soviet art and avant-garde. In the workshop "under the roofs of Paris, he revives the half-forgotten reality of Moscow's 60's. Oleg Yakovlev, øàãíóâøèõ in the mid-70's over the limit if possible in painting. Go-ka namalyuy on a black background and pink heart-rending "peas"! Or how about "pictures in a cell? And Paris "kalyaki-Maliaka" made fluorescent and metallic paints - stupid and beautiful it is difficult to think of something. However, Yakovlev now assures us that "kalyaki-Maliaka" depicts not he, and his favorite cat.
Alex "tail" - Khvostenko ... How many people know what became of Boris Grebenshchikov "And in the sky with gold ..." composed tail with Henri Volokhonsky, has long been a resident of Israel and an expert on the Kabbalah? Now Khvostenko written with the "Auction", wrote some poems are not worse than before, and from time to time, recalls that he was an artist. Once he was expelled from the All-Union Society for the Blind, where he worked as a painter and decorator, as incompetent. The tail of this remembers with happiness and joy with their wonderful singing songs about "Let them shoot pacifists, let him shoot at them Buddhists, but I do not want to work ..." and the "Oh, Alexander Isayyavich, ah, Alexander Isayyavich, what do you where are you, how are you? "
Silent Igor Shelkovsky, great sculptor, scored for the sake of creativity "AZ", the first magazine devoted to Russia's contemporary art. Search for money, looking for possible contacts with people who remained in the Soviet Union, has earned a reputation gebuhi almost superspy. In the "AZ" for the first time in Russian was published about Ilya Kabakov, Eric Bulatov and Komar & Melamid - artists whose works are now stored in the collections of major museums. In this journal the first time published the works of Dmitri Prigov, Vsevolod Nekrasov, Lev Rubinstein and Vladimir Sorokin. Then, when the Journal of the crumbling Soviet Union has reached the moment of international fame, "AZ" was not needed. But save room had become a great asset for anyone who has not lost its memory is full, and Shelkovskiy returned to their direct responsibilities - to make art. And thank God.
That such a flourish came with our art and its creators, who settled on the banks of the Seine. Those who dared to break the wall between themselves and the world. Based in the great European capital, they become its inhabitants, but still live in the precincts of civilization, somewhere on the verge between Soviet life, and French jasmine. And we here in Russia, we continue to dream of Paris.
22.08.2008, 00:03
Paris, a trait of civilization
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