"Bulldozer Exhibition" - 35

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Сообщение от LCR

urgent drive to work - on his father's support?

I would drive the opposite of his: with dependent-on work. : D

[ранжер]

Сообщение от LCR

I think it is called, with the blame on others
That is according to you, Mr. Ranzher son Volodya should have been denounced by Vorobyov bastard urgent drive to work - on his father's software?
Some painfully Soviet approach to the denunciation (and to a dependency), you can not find?

Admission, which you use, the logic is called the substitution thesis.

Staying in the figures of speech used by you, will answer:
In my opinion, the pope had to feed the unfortunate son.
And only then take the care of relatives of his mother.

Epithet attached to the selected artist Vorob'eva, very many people use the name of your client.

I certainly understand the background of your somewhat exaggerated emotions, but still, I think, in the interest of truth should not be exaggerated, because you can achieve the opposite effect.

[LCR]

Сообщение от ranzher

Admission of that you use, the logic is called the substitution thesis.

Staying in the figures of speech used by you, will answer:
In my opinion, the pope had to feed the unfortunate son.
And only then take the care of relatives of his mother.

Epithet attached to the selected artist Vorob'eva, very many people use the name of your client.

I certainly understand the background of your somewhat exaggerated emotions, but still, I think, in the interest of truth should not be exaggerated, because you can achieve the opposite effect.

The initiator of this technique were made by you, Mr. Ranzher.
I wrote that the employer is a shame to write denunciations of the children of their enemies (generally ashamed to write denunciations), trying to deprive them of their livelihood, you have expressed their disapproval of the behavior onogo enemy, the human quality of which, whatever they were discussing here is not expected (I'm more or less agree with you cited "many", but this is so, in brackets, as the case is not entirely true).

The phrase about "family mother" son Kotlyarova I just do not understand. Mama Sasha I knew a little, a very worthy woman, but no family ties between us is not observed. At work, I Sasha, imagine, took quite unaware that he was the son Kotlyarova, with whom I studied for 5 years at MSU, but at the moment is no longer communicating.

As for motive, must confess, again, it did not understand, but the admonition contained in your final sentence, I think to take note, too painful, it sounds threatening

[alexvadim]

Сообщение от LCR

What "Soviet stamps? Wake up, sir!

As for humor Valentin Vorobiev, not judge, you know better. Still, this kind of humor, in my opinion, a specific (perhaps this was precisely to your appropriate adjective "Soviet"). To cite one example:
In the year 94-95 I received from him at his home address a letter in which he carefully explained to me that the other creator, known in Russian-Parisian circles of intellectuals under the pseudonym of an elegant Stout, a scoundrel and villain, because he also stole Vorob'eva some technique, or borrowed money and did not return, in general, did something terrible, and therefore I should immediately dismiss his son from his company. In the case described a twenty-son Tolstoy is absolutely dependent on this work - and not to die of hunger, and to obtain a French residence permit - Mr. Ranzher will not lie to get a piece of paper is very difficult. In addition, the child of divorced parents, he never lived with his father, and therefore could not personally use any stolen money Vorobyov, nor uvorovannoy technique, because to draw too, had no relationship.
Then I remember, called Mr. Vorobyov, to tell him that he continue to receive mail from him the above described contents do not want to, but that he replied: "What's the matter?" I do not like - you can not read! ".
And in general, see-ka, it turns out that you are absolutely right - indeed, humorist

That's the beauty of the Russian-Parisian company that is only there as a reserve, Moscow remained a wonderful lifestyle 60s - '70s, with all the conspiracies, booze, denunciations and gossip - all that was brought to light in his books Vorobiev . Episode Volodya Tolstoy, which includes sending letters to mutual friends, he has devoted a separate chapter - since they seem to be reconciled.

[Eriksson]

Cheburashki on tracks

Lev Rubinstein.

The phrase "Bulldozer Exhibition" become a part of our everyday life and speech is used by all and sundry, including those about the events that occurred exactly 35 years ago, namely 15 September 1974, has a rather vague idea. For example, I had to read that "Khrushchev in 63 th year, defeated the left-wing artists exhibit in the Manege, but because this exhibition later nicknamed" the bulldozer ". It is logical, right?

Hey, young man! Why so? You many have seen in the game - at least in the burnt, even in the new - bulldozers? No, young man, I assure you - they are two completely different events, separated in time by as much as eleven years. Although, of course, its something in common. Because both of direct relevance to the most important thing for art - for his freedom.

If Khrushchev Massacre pidarasov "I took through the optics of puberty is unclear, the" bulldozer "I remember very well even. Because I was there and all he saw. Briefly and concisely, the case was.

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Informal group of artists decided to take the unprecedented for that time step. They gathered to organize an independent exhibition of his works, which until then could be seen only in their shops or in apartments of two or three private collectors. They decided to hold an exhibition in the open air and to bypass all the unions of artists and all the district committees, town committees.

For the exhibition was chosen one of the most remote places in those days - deserted wasteland in Belyaev. This is to "not interfere with the Muscovites and guests to exercise their right to a well-deserved leisure time." It was designated place. Was an appointment. Their intention to formally known artists and the Artists' Union, and the Moscow City Council. Was also notified and the press. Both local and foreign.

At the appointed place at the appointed time on the subway stretched string of people with the paintings under his arm. Well as their many friends with cameras and without. And also the wasteland were on all sides heap foreign cars with journalists and diplomats. Local journalists, naturally, was not. And if there were, it was only in the role of spectators.

But the vacant lot is not empty. According to the perimeter of the nervous businesslike scurried under the same brand-new, brand tracksuits, young people who had met intruders imperative to clear the space, because space on the specified straight right now begin subbotnik on emergency gardening. Thesis of the landscaping on the spot and confirmed the emergence of two trucks with stunted seedlings and for fresh, just from the factory with shovels.

But something very important and instructive in this story. What happened was something that artists in defiance of stereotype, by the time the relationship of citizens and the state did not turn left. Moreover, they launched their pictures and lined up with the pictures in their hands.

So I was lucky enough to witness and in a sense, the first party in my social memory of an act of civil disobedience.

Landscapers clearly confused. It was obvious that they did not expect such turn of events. They are accustomed to the fact that if the four-eyes bearded tsyknut as it should, he would immediately dissolve in the air. But no.

Apparently, the team to beat them was not. Therefore, the actions they took frankly absurd, on the verge of comic form. They were once in shpanistomu run up against it to one, then to other artists and try to pull out of his hands now. They nervously, slipping on falsetto, shouting "free space". They darted from one to another and shoved like excited schoolchildren at recess. Artists did not leave. They just went from place to place, and again lifted up his work.

And then from a nearby yard there were two or three notorious bulldozer. They were randomly navigate wasteland, and ousting artists, their friends and quite numerous spectators, witnesses to the side of the now historical wasteland. But just running from place to place. It was fun. It was fun and well aware that we are not afraid of them.

At some point subbotnichayuschie still somehow brutalized. Someone they tied, imprisoned and taken to the station. From someone snatched from the hands of paintings formed a cheerful Fire. Some Swedish diplomat broke his nose. Some French fotokorrespondentku the sixth month of pregnancy was hit in the stomach.

I have seen amid all this riding familiar photographer, deftly dodging the arms, legs and bulldozers, and with inhuman speed clicked on his "Canon" everything that was happening around. The captured tapes, he quickly pulled out from the camera and pushed it into the hands of one or another friend. When he was finally screw together and had tried to light captured in the chamber found nothing.

After a couple of hours of fun (not for everyone, however) Katabasia artists have decided to still leave the battlefield - the tired, excited, with a crumpled and torn sides of the canvas, but happy - the exhibition was held. Unofficial Soviet art openly declared themselves as socially significant phenomenon.

I remember very well: it was a Sunday. And on Monday morning the whole world learned about subbotnik on gardening maloprimetnogo wasteland on the outskirts of the capital. I broke an incredible scale international scandal.

We can not think of another event the same autumn. So whether a terrible international incident served this cause, whether played a role some internal contradictions between some sort of secret agencies. One way or another, but two weeks after the bulldozer exhibition, the last Sunday in September, official permission and absolutely free uncensored exhibition in Izmailovo Park. It was so wonderful that no one, not two of my interlocutor did not tacitly reminded of Woodstock.

There were many things - from a decent job to a clumsy and irresponsible scribble. What is clear: no one involved in the selection - this was the principle. A breathable open air among the crowd raised now and then parading with a distracted air differently dressed, but with the same persons are young people. Perhaps among them were those to whom we are so maliciously prevented their peaceful towards planting native city. Some of them mumbled something unintelligible, referring, apparently, to some cute little animals, hiding them in his bosom. Their nature was evident not only by their mutterings, and not only for professional boredom in their eyes. Some observant person (the artist after all) drew attention to the fact that the lapel of each was attached icon with Cheburashka. Why? God knows why. Perhaps, in order to know one another. Maybe it was just a taste. But this is just - he had seen.

Passed since 35 years, and I still remember those playful Cheburashka. I recall it whenever I see on TV or that the President of the Board, President of the Fund, President of the Commission or just the president.

And every time I recall the events of those days, when the terms of my attention to get the various plots, directly or indirectly related to the arts in the criminal-political context.

That young Siberian artist zahomutayut for alleged possession of drugs supposedly, what seems to be a small event responds to the current wave of unprecedented wave of languid days of artistic and human rights protest.

So in a quiet museum hall, which hosts more than a chamber exhibition pripretsya, knocking boots, shobla epileptic obscurantist and built there an act of downright vandalism. The consequence of which, as is usually the case in our utterly irrational state, will not initiate criminal proceedings against them but against the organizers of the exhibition, which has produced, as it turned out, especially devout, and therefore particularly excitable citizens duhopodemny, purifying, soothing the soul violent pogrom .

That any officer of the entire country lyapnet something about compelling public harmfulness of any trends in contemporary art, dooming themselves to a lifetime role of ridicule.

Ironically, I was rather pleased than upset. That is, of course, I was saddened and alarmed that murky obscurantism and aggressive ignorance acquires features quite took shape in society. I, of course, worried specific fate of specific people, some of whom are my good friends.

But in a historical perspective can not cheer the fact that an independent art thus once again began to be perceived as power, and society as a real area of real resistance.
Lev Rubinstein

[ВЯЧЕСЛАВ]

Lev Rubinstein - head. His finger in his mouth did not lodge!

[SAH]

Eriksson, great article and very good title: "Cheburashka on tracks"

[Veronic]

Happy people, those artists who participated in the exhibition. Such attention !!!!!
And now even a bulldozer, even though the tank, one particularly not surprised. Some even undress, there are those who die, but again only indifference .... I doubt that today someone will come to the vacant lot at the exhibition. On the secular tusovka with a buffet table, it can be and on wasteland ....

[Кирилл Сызранский]

Yesterday late for culture has been a film, 70 years, artist Vyacheslav Kalinin "My Moscow, my Zamoskvorechie!"
There he talked a lot about the Bulldozer Exhibition.
And when the tale-everyday, easy-sounds from the lips of party, or rather was present (he was without the paintings, they Plavinsky come to look like a will), and the story is accompanied by the photographs in overclocking, photographs of paintings, trampled in the dirt, it becomes frightening.

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Сообщение от Veronic

I doubt that today someone will come to the vacant lot at the exhibition.

Why go to the wasteland? There Winery. : D

[Vladimir]

Сообщение от Cyril Syzransky

Why go to the wasteland? There Winery.

Now it is very hard to be noticed. Exhibitions to Biennale - as from a cornucopia. Eyes get.