In memory of Sergei Knyazev, ottenki_serogo

[Zenia]

it is .....

anyway .....

Here, just made a picture of my screen ......

Maybe this bug could simply one of his relatives, but symbolically, a 9-th day ....

[SAH]

That's no glitch. Seryozha five children. The eldest son Pasha likely Login and browse articles, and news.

[LCR]

That's what Serge wrote to me in one of his last letters:

"I not only Gerasimov and Brodsky is not close (although Brodsky in St. Petersburg museum-apartment could see Chagall and Larionov)
I did the whole system of playing the same artists who write "grass and twigs," I consider evil and inhibiting cultural development of Russia. So-called "realism" - a product thoughtlessness and speculation in recent years added more and commerce, and hope that she did all these "mud" and consigned to the dustbin "

in response to mine:

"This is how I saw the meaning of their participation in the forum, get them to think that Russia should - and can - be integrated into the international art community, but for this it is necessary that it has ceased to engage in some kind of masturbation, tired or reproduced without the dubious achievement Russian painting of 19. or creating homegrown mystics.

[SAH]

A. Roitburd

Memory Knyazev

Sergei Knyazev.

We met thirty years ago. I went to hudgraf Odessa Pedagogical Institute. I was not yet eighteen, he - "twenty-one." He seemed very adult.
This was probably the young Leger. Type an artist-craftsman.
Small, compact, broad. Cap, goggles.
He took care Atsmanchuk. He came to Khrushchev. He patronized the collector Felix Kohriht.
From these names dizzy.
From Atsmanchuka - sezannizm and cubism.
Knyazev and cubism. He created his very author Cubist syntax.
By the way, its very face, it seemed, was created for Cubist portrait - clear design, large, laconic volumes and mass.
And when the prince had a beard, it was strikingly similar to the portrait pikassovsky Vollara.
In the first year almost the first statement - a geometric still life.
Cub. Shar. Pyramid.
All vydrachivali cleaning.
Knyazev two hours wrote a Cubist still life from life.
I wanted to imitate it.
A year later, he said: "I went from cubism. But the design was left inside. "
Was formed encyclopedic.
The fact that I wanted to know, he knew, it seemed, everything. The French, from the Impressionists to Picasso - as his homies. Memoirs Vollara quoted by heart. Russian Silver Age and the avant-garde. Nonconformism. Modern prose and poetry.
I took it all from Knyazev and looked at all his eyes.
He reformatted my thinking.
He told me that he read. Listen. Look. Love.
He prostroil with me the grid of perception and evaluation, as amended, which works to this day.
I trusted him unconditionally.
Felix Kohriht recently compared Knyazeva with Pushkin. Knyazev, like Pushkin - a European. In this case neither the one nor the other had never crossed the borders of the Empire ...
There will be a poem that he wrote in the institute? I remember the fragmentary one: "... I come to the canvas, breaking the jim-jams" ... And, about canvas: ".. it was a sack. He did not know that the world is cubism "... In these poems was purely kubistskoe sense of texture and design.
Another kept in my album, recorded in his hand:
"Lingering kiss throw back beaches ..."
There was still such a line:
"Elastic truth clenched between her lips migratory ...
I read it Seryozha. About two months ago. It turned out he had forgotten it. Surprised: "How do you all remember that?"
... He told me that his great-grandfather was a famous breeder of Odessa Linkvist (Rope Plant Linkvista later - plant them. Dzerzhinsky, now - "Stalkanat").
And another great-grandfather - Ataman Antonov.
When Sergei, ten years old, my father arrived in Tambov, gray-bearded old men removed their caps in front of him, baptized, and bowed from the waist.
... Much of what he later accidentally went off as the installation Kashpirovsky:
- And here Shopin said: "Do you want to write a tragedy, but can not draw a hand. And well, if the fact that you can not draw it, you get a tragedy. And if you come just a bad hand? "...
- But Cezanne said that the artist - a painter's temperament (many think it is the talent), his own conception of the world (which, incidentally, most of which were lacking) and the ability to execute - well, this is the professionalism of ...
- But Matisse believed that the true value of the artist determined by the number of characters. Imposed in the art ...
- Here Moka Morozov said that the artist - this is what he is doing thirty to forty, thirty - no mature, after forty - is nothing new. So it must be time to ...
Knyazev had less than he could.
Romantic story, youthful trauma care from the institution, the army, hack-work, marriage, children, poverty, the need to feed a large family.
Alas, he somehow passed the great art.
Where he was a straight road.
All these years we have met sporadically, sometimes not seen for several years. And two years ago met - and had never parted.
It was gratifying - the prince began to return.
It seemed as if he had not dropped out of the trend.
Before me was a man, free to orient themselves in contemporary culture, philosophy, literature and art.
In topical issues and fashionable chips.
I think it took the Internet.
He had a few LiveJournal blogs, the most popular - m0desta ( «strange pictures"). If someone is aware of what it is, the year he became the "thousands,".
This Knyazev convinced me to start my LJ.
He was a deeply religious man.
In his faith, sincerity combined with the openness and freedom of the mind. Not a shadow of a neophyte fanaticism.
He said, "I advanced Orthodox.
Entire year 2008 we spent almost the closest of friends.
Friendship with the Thirty Years' pause. Precisely, with thirty stand-Bai.
Arriving in Odessa, I immediately phoned him. We are every two or three days met, roamed the city, drinking wine, chatting avidly watch.
Last year, he wrote six texts me, and I was pleasantly surprised. The elegance of style, the density of connotations, the subtlety of analysis.
Accuracy.
It opened the talent of a brilliant essayist.
He wrote reviews and articles about artists, mostly custom-made, but the natural depth of thought, culture and erudition turned almost every text in a small masterpiece.
After a long break, he again took up painting.
The old form is not returned immediately.
In the summer we had traveled to Gurzuf.
Plener military sanatorium.
Getting Started with Kiev artists. With Tistol, Matsenko, Budnikov, Vlada Ralko. With an art Lesya Avramenko.
He took as his. He was happy as a child.
Then there was a workshop on Leo Tolstoy and recent work, which began to appear a new quality.
Last picture - "Clowns". Seryozhin son, Pasha, said, - my father considered it unfinished.
I do not agree. I think its a very good thing.
Personal breakthrough.
In December, at my last visit to Odessa, he said he wanted to order a much larger stretchers. There were plans for a serious project of the picturesque ...
On Wednesday, January 28, I called him, called out to Kiev for the opening of my exhibition.
Where in the catalog was published his essay on Pushkin.
He said that in the hospital, but everything is fine. Stone came out.
We talked for about forty minutes. Joked.
Agreed a week to drink a bottle of red dry.
Sunday, February 1, he was gone.
Still, he died on takeoff.

P.S. 3 February, I called to New York to his father. He said that he died Sergei Knyazev.
Pope some time silent. And then said slowly:
Present. Russian. Intellectual.

February 18, 2009 Kiev http://www.slav-nonart.com/articles.php?page=26

[адамович]

Сообщение от LCR

"This is how I saw the meaning of their participation in the forum, get them to think that Russia should - and can - be integrated into the international art community, but for this it is necessary that it has ceased to engage in some that masturbation, or reproducing tirelessly dubious achievements of Russian painting 19. or creating homegrown mystics.

Integrate into the global art community reproducing tirelessly to achieve the original Russian paintings early 20 th century also not possible. The world has become more fragile, too blurred the brink of consciousness, all feel that there was a scrap of the universe, and that there is a given - until only darkness and only a vague outline of something entirely different. Maybe "foul Hirst's shark," and there is a genuine image of the current mentality, do not want to believe, but really very similar. Just like in the late Renaissance, when it was believed that the land is located in the center of the universe, and revolves around the sun. A man - the center of the universe, king of nature, the crown of creation. Suddenly (Baroque) proved that not the sun moves round the earth and the earth - around the sun and the sun, just not the biggest star in the infinitely vast black box space. What's really nothing to talk about the little man - this is dust on the soles of the creator, the sand, an ant, for whose life can not give a penny. What kind of greatness can say where you saw the king of nature, what a crown of creation? Imagine what it was then, just like us now. But there was also Caravaggio and others with him. In the old new there, and it makes no sense to dig in the old. But what is "new"?

[usynin2]

It is a pity that people can not read or hear what was being said and written about him after smerti.I a pity that we did not tell him this earlier in life! "We need more and more likely to talk to friends and family as we love them as they tell us need, as we are proud of them! Sergei Knyazev lived, apparently, necessary, beautiful, wonderful life! "And may God grant us all to have forgotten about us, so beloved, so warmly remembered, and so sincerely mourned.
Join all the words of condolence.

[Элис]

Sergei Knyazev OGHU. 3 year 1977.

[Элис]

Diplomarbeit Sergei Knyazev.