Initiative: together at the exhibition in Moscow

[Vladimir]

Ahead - the long holidays. Not the fact that all forum users razedutsya from Moscow. It is noticed that this is great time to walk through exhibits in the city. No traffic jams, no crush. Proposal forumcanam - let's try to resemble the exhibition together. Sharing the viewing experience in real. Agree in advance at the time, and then as given.
I would have looked Gronsky for "winery" (http://gallery.photographer.ru/), the latest trends in the Tretyakov Gallery in the Crimean, a pair of exhibitions on Gogol 10 (Socialist Realism http://mmoma .ru /exhibitions /gogol...aciya_arhiva / and holidays, and weekdays http://mmoma.ru/exhibitions/gogolevs...dniki_i_budni/). And to Triumph graphics Hirst has not yet got there.
Who thinks that? A viable plan?

[L-ana64110]

And Pitersburg Saatchi at the Hermitage until January 17, come!

[Сима]

Vladimir, an excellent plan, but something is not answered. Perhaps the interests of all different directions. I would be featured on a poster with "Sim ".

[Pavel]

No show, nothing to watch. Nothing new, goes all-CHA as a wall. Winery would be better if this was a winery-imposed theatrical painting, it is simply counterfeits known in the west artists. Rejoice as it seems? Looking for really large general exhibition, where we could compare, something like the Paris Salon d'Automne.
What new can be in the Tretyakov Gallery is a museum, there must be some things well-known, prominent, and then stuffed her completely gray and the secondary.

[Vladimir]

Сообщение от Sima

Vladimir, perfect plan, but something is not answered. Perhaps the interests of all different directions. I would be featured on a poster with "Sim".

Without a poster, a rally is not authorized, so it is better созвонимся "Activism is not large (there efforts are needed, it is not the Internet chat), but may not be big demonstrations? Will gather a small group. MMSI do not work on 1 and 7 January. All other days - please.

[Кирилл Сызранский]

With the fear of waiting for these days idleness ...

[fross]

Сообщение от Cyril Syzransky

With the fear of idleness waiting for these days ...

I'm delighted .
Initsiatsitiva tempting, but I will out of town and do not know if I can force myself to go to the city . "And yet, just in case, read out the entire schedule, please: when, how much, where?

[Кирилл Сызранский]

Сообщение от fross

The report from Cyril Syzransky
With the fear of waiting for these days idleness ...

I'm delighted.

Dmitry Bykov

vacation

Praise the gods, came to an end holidays. Have not remember the time more difficult. I have all of December and purred kurlykal, feeling drunk, twelve days - and how, brothers, were we wrong! Metaphors-minded poet, I see here the metaphor of freebies, micro model of the recent fat years (some believe - seven others - nine). And I myself was a match for the Fatherland: I was possible to do nothing, but only the fat to accumulate and to let the gas. Direct similarity: after much hardship, bogged down in a blanket drinking and eating, we celebrate that began over a year (this is also an occasion! - But others where?). We switched on the telly - very often family faces: Boyarsky, Alla, Galkin in a cap - and the president said that we are at the peak, transparently hinted that we are at the peak, and the champagne flowed into glasses, and asserting the rights of the festival, these glasses knocked sides and gave himself a long ringing in their heads.

Three days I drank. Away, but part of the house, as part of a cafe where drinks beau monde, and lavishly spent, without fear of breakup (this year I prikope stabilization fund). I drank, as it should be poets, trying to catch a glass bubble jet, repeatedly fell down, and while it seemed to me that I get up from his knees. "Yes, you're great! - Whispered in my drunken demon. - Now we have fallen into the correct mode! "Naturally, I did not do anything, but thought that it deserved: we have suffered enough in the nineties in the hands of the Democratic hordes - now it's time to send the dog under their tail. Down with the works, it's time to eat the fruit!

For three days I ate. Away, and more often at home. Already remained slits of eyes, and stomach - sort of "Gazprom". I ate and thought: "Here, I'm middle class." I gulped on Monday and Tuesday. All the rest. The world was quiet and empty - sometimes scraping the lonely janitor, but he also guest worker, so let. I and in the life of the rich! Turn on the telly as usual, - there is news, as all terribly in the States, as well as our old movies. Sometimes flashed Medvedev or Putin - to distinguish between them has hampered stomach - and the world seemed so cozy that I dozed off. And ...

For three days I was sleeping. Let those who would torture me - I would not get up. My principle was gone. Outside, the morning were exploding firecrackers, and I thought - I am surrounded by enemies, is in danger, as Lenin put it, in the siege, a pancake! I slept with no back legs and was in a dream is so sovereign, that wake me, no one could. Only on the fourth day, having risen from the sofa, I crept around the room like a thief: I needed the toilet and bath, and after that I broke into the yard.

There the snow lay everywhere even layer (fell asleep and the janitor, the guest of a foreign country). Nobody has any singing, not a word broke the surrounding stillness. No ideas, no principles, no rules - only the steady snow, cold, white linen. I still slept. I somewhere all left. I was hopelessly reset. Age reached the finals and came to a standstill on the new frontier - a figure on the clock reminded that zero has already ended.

Yes, over! Proevshi that zanykal, I realized from the booze is yellow, which finally came to an end holidays, the limit of freebies, the crisis and default, that my actions have fallen in price that the neighbors will shake off a dream that if I dive into Courchevel - it does not make sense and would add it, that ended the era of caramels and that my Dearest country like no on the telly, but at large: when not riding - it falls.

Passed MAZ and cheerfully zabibikal, trolley ran to six ...

Comrades Came to an end holidays.

What joy, O Lord, forgive.

[artcol]

Сообщение от Cyril Syzransky

came to an end holidays.

Surely the end!

[Vladimir]

While preparing one photo essay "quick" impression. On the "Winery of the five exhibitions in 4.5 genre of photography. Painting almost none. And in parts of the photo, not only experimental and democratic alternatives, but also, for example, Sean Scully Gallery art + art. There is a sense (perhaps falsely) that the picture and technologically close to her art today becomes a substitute for traditional realistic painting. A modern printing techniques on canvas and synthetic materials are stronger blur the boundaries of perception. On the plus photos - super high competition (it's still a mass sport, from the schoolboy to the president), well and philosophical platform (is it possible to compete in skill with the very nature?). In general, this phenomenon can no longer accurately lightly.

N, N, Rozanov Photo Exhibition Service, "http://www.winzavod.ru/sobitie/99 in" Commerce "criticized for nothing - a good show. Not fast. On the run, on the winding, no see. There is not enough.