Vahan Ananian (1959 - 2006)

[Glasha]

luna,
in this section of the sss is the material and his own remarkable stories
about this artist, who should not sink into oblivion)).
see here:

http://forum.artinvestment.ru/showthread.php?t=8045

Vahan Ananian (1959 - 2006)
He was engaged in painting, sculpture, graphics.
He has had solo exhibitions in galleries random, serious people in the eye, by accident, not caught.

In the 80-90 lived in Tallinn and was, by virtue of its extravagance, this ornament of the city. Each day, post their work on the walls of "Maiden Tower" and sitting under them, hooligans, painting portraits (not earnings).
I could afford: in the middle of the day to run away from the yellow-blue UAZ, riding on a stolen horse from the racetrack, cutting through the narrow streets of Tallinn, in a black cloak with foam wings behind his back and with a crown of dandelions on his bald head, and in the office to thank Estonian police for participation in hepeninge, and threaten that if they would not let the poor artist, but today their show on Finnish television:
- Well, schto mi - belyarusskie you guys Plakhov sdelyali?

Bright. Its neither among Ukrainian artists, nor among the Armenian, nor among Estonian, and he was.
--------------

One day, he sat in the courtyard of "Maiden Tower", hung his paintings on the wall near the entrance to the bar. Among the onlookers, he was approached by a Swede and jabbed his finger in your favorite work.
- Yes, I too like this kartyna. I have it, znaesch how long rysoval ... Sandaliki you Choroszcz ...
- 800 euros!
- Okay, let's tisachu and sandals.
The Swede who does not understand a word in Russian, smiling, not yet realized that it is required.
- But! But!
- Ty Schto nokaesch? Not hochesch - then go buy sebe matroschku and a samovar.
The Swede did not let up. He took out a coin and, for greater credibility, and led her to the ground its amount.
- Schto ty tsarapaesch there? - Vahan his foot to put his foot Swede - Ti look, just my size, er ...
- 800! Okay?
- Wait, dear, - the artist plunged into the bar and went out a minute later with two coffee cups:
- On, Luce vipey coffee.
The Swede took a sip and lifted his eyebrows house.
- Drink, Drink, turyst! This is a very Choroszcz brandy.
They are surrounded by a grateful public, continued to bargain, periodically updating the coffee cups.

I left without waiting for the play. Returned late afternoon. The courtyard was empty.
Vahan well-oiled, folded his paintings. He wore "Swedish" sandals, "Swedish" shorts and "Swedish" shirt. And on the steps of the bar, in a pose Rodenovskogo "Thinker", in white shorts sat drunken Swede in an embrace with the picture on the back of which sported the inscription: "To my best friend Gustav. Kilp Vahan, 1989.



Зы so Зы. And you also were present, in one theme?
Only now noticed.