- I want people never parted
with life, where there is a dream, music,
painting, poetry.
Here we will discuss a powerful imagination, skill, endlessly to interpret and the rollanovskoy charm, when the most mundane seem to unfading
splendor and diversity of life, in the endless play of tsvetov.I nothing of coquetry, the desire to attract vnimanie.Oderzhimaya devotion to art, the thirst for searching and humility is not in its banal ponimanii.O.net, praise, of course, if raduet.A shalt thou finish man it feels just neobhodimost.A when it seems that in her work to get something good, she and govorit6 "I think it was good." And the essence of this natural fact that the heroes Gayane Khachaturian Van Gogh, Pirosmani, Saryan, not by accident.
In the evening the mother and daughter sitting down for stol.Razvesyat on the walls of a small room-kartiny.Votsaryaetsya silence, and feel they have a front window, where otkryvayutsya unusual spectacle .... By and large the macula slowly creeping cat, near the southern houses, and then mirror lake, and red horses galloping in muted sinevu.V this world, everything and everybody has a place, because there in this world zlosti.Zhelty lion glyadit same direct gaze, that a woman with a fish in ruke.I even fiery leopard, prigotovivshiysyak throws, not evil, as is the case with leopards to the fray.
at the time of the impending opasnosti.Potomu that he, like these animals, people, streets, lakes, created by the kindness of man.
They long look at paintings, mother and doch.Na street nadvigaetsya night, downstairs in the courtyard razdayutsya his heavy eyes shagi.Vnimatelnye Moteurs nepodvizhny.Zatem she said: "This piece in the picture lives in this, too, but this is not." And not a word more.
Agree to her daughter's sacred.
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There are two worlds: one in which man lives, the other, who lives in nem.Dva this world together and there are people, two of the world together and produce art.
World in which she lives, intertwining streets, endless walking on them, "that call, first walk, then a rapid march, intoxication, acquired radostyu.Ulochki, streets, replaced by another one arrives, drops in the landscape, and not notice how okazyvaeshsya broad magistrali.Net, better streets, every time they perceive a new and even veritsya that a passer-by it thousands of miles! morning, in the haze, they appear as a promise, winged mechta.Iz of the gloomy celestial veil pytaetsya vyglyannut the sun. Under the canopy of giant oak-old Kurd incite koster.Ona silently watching crawled up plamenem.Bolshe just loves to look at ogon.Est shine, there pylanie, circuit-deprived forms continuously menyayuscheesya.Plamya continues rasti.Na Street favorite autumn, and quiet rhythmically sweep breeze rustling through the trees ... the gold to the fire priblizhaetsya old kurdyanka, bright dress on her, just like a flame, devoid of superfluous color spots.
A fire burns everything, and impressions are flashing one after the other, the world is changing, changing colors, and now the tree turns into a mirror, and lie beside the large red pears, and mirrored the flying moon with pyshnovolosoy night, far away one can see the white trunks yellow roof and white rushing sound of the bell tower, and a white lion roars at the bridge before the night buffoonery. And next to the glassy surface, and around growing orchids. No, no, this is not a fairy tale. This is a world that want to see every time a new way to think out in dreams.
Voices elderly distracted - they razgovorilis.A flames reminiscent of great red spot, all growing, surrounded by blue ... And red is a female with a handkerchief, which one wants to throw at his head sharmanschitsy.Tak that's tormented, troubled ...
And a woman in a red kerchief grind absorbed melodiey.Iz behind it grows huge flying ptitsa.Kazhetsya, charm, captivated sharmanschitsu poised emitted, sweep over the earth ...
But you never know what can be imagined? "Imagination is limitless, but try to pass it in paint so that it became a great painter, to preserve a measure, the more you're impulsive and impulsiven.Etu the work she described as" Sharmanschitsa and night flying. "Even by name You can submit it to the worlds - "Red Horses", "Son of the Wind", "Yellow grants," "Dancer with a snow leopard", "sazandartar - Yellow feast", "Actor, butterfly and whisper." Many of her paintings are not similar in execution but you feel the same hand, the same talant.Vot work, decisions large ploskastyami, almost laconic color minted clean lines, and then - swirling colors, mosaics, increasingly complex, the intensity of tension, then fade away, is converted to the sparkling prozrachnost.Eto mysterious country, created out of fire and sveta.I about them every time you can tell from novomu.Kak of all the diversity generated is not geometric perception and frenetic imagination, eternal sense of rhythm and nerve vremeni.Gde something for below the horizon stretch of the road miracles, swim white clouds hover over them yellow granaty.Zdes same fairytale castles, quaint cottages, centuries-old derevya.Predmety appear in the most unusual colors, states, as if people set out to repaint the plants, flowers, lakes, depict the life in continuous illyuminatsiyah.Blistatelnaya! That is brilliant! Otherwise I will not name the artist who made this miracle - the world of inspirations, bleska.Gde all unusual, and at the same time - obychno.I brilliance is not the plot is portraying - the luxury and tinsel abhorrent to her, and in most of its talent, the ability to transform the most ordinary , in the daily spectacle teatr.I even in scenes related to the memories of a serious illness, imbued with sadness, as expressed in a muted range, no, no yes and burst into a spark of blistatelnogo.Lyudi, landscapes, and generally, life itself in all its forms, even in the most severe, should be transformed by the beauty and izyaschestvom.I there is nothing that can vytrvit it that spark.
In her art, and there is - it seems that the lights went out, the action moves to the semi-darkness, but somewhere in the corner - the human eye, seeking brilliance of emerald stone.
Father-working electrician, "raved about the music, love songs, opera and even jazz." He admitted dragging her daughter, not realizing that it was living with his own oderzhimost.Pered death, he wanted to know how serious it was asked to call the famous in the painter Alexander Bazhbeuk-Melikian and asked him to be seen whether Gayane this artist. "Certainly," he replied, "Great artist."
Bazhbeuk was for her example, even though their art was too raznaya.Gayane one of the few friends Bazhbeuka who have not experienced the direct impact of its indirect effect zhivopisi.No Bazhbeuka veliko.Van Gogh, Modigliani, Sarian-talk for hours about the properties of painting, of life. "You have to improve the picture," said master.-He's in my opinion, behind the painting. "
Once Bazhbeuk with his daughter Zuleykoy also an artist, came to Gayane, to get to know her latest works. Master gazed at paintings, nothing.
"Papa," broke the silence Zuleyka.-Well, what? ..
After a brief hesitation, he replied:
-Gayane is the land.
How absurd is her work is represented among the beginners, the exhibition artists samouchek.Da still in the city, where well-known that such Pirosmani how relations to his iskusstvu.Ne enough instructive example! This is not about style, but about the fate of .
"You've seen pictures Gayaene? Well done ..." Heartily glad successes voshischayutsya odarennostyu.Te who understand the art, it is unlikely to be seen in her talent, although painting Gayane may not be too blizkoy.No pervasive nature of talking about more, puzzled shrug plechami.Yavlenie? .. That is, how? Here confronted with a misunderstanding, nedoponimaniem.Prichem apponentom stubborn in conversation may be the authors of books recognized hudozhniki.Yavlenie? ... Udivlyayutsya iskrenne.Vprochem all familiar.
I'm not going to assume the role pervootkryvatelya.U Gayane many loyal friends, and they know what iskusstvo.Prosto Gayane Khachaturian, I discovered the most sebya.Spustya ten months I have discovered it for myself vnov.Moi idea of her paintings have not changed - itself has changed zhivopis.Da, ten mesyatsev.Tsvet complicated, has become more acute, vyrazitelnee.Bolshe discipline, zakonchennosti.Pust on some canvases still vstrechayutsya unfinished pieces, but it is not from bespomoschnostiprobelov of skill or lack of feelings izobrazhaemogo.Zdes a lot of emotional turmoil , continuous and indiscriminate besieged thoughts, requiring quiet sosredotochennosti.No she always knows when she has something tak.Hochesh not comment on the aborted, ahead of: "Yes, this is not something you need to finish, I even know that I will delat.No then, when it's appropriate mood.
Artists like her and not take the founders of "isms". They leave no memoirs, epistolary heritage outlined concepts issledovaniy.Slishkom lot of them on intuition, a natural beginning, the eternal concern that teoretizirovat.Oni rather, meteors and their work-vspyshki.Tut importantly, how long they will last vspyshki.Net , this does not mean that the works of chaos, there is no consistency, they have a logiki.Logika generated not by reason, but by intuition, when thoughts and feelings merge into one great concern, and create is just as essential as breathing , watch vlyublyatsya.I how naive her words: "I can consider myself a true artist only when I will write more intuitively and achieve fusion of mind and sensibilities." It turns out that it is not "real artist", it turns out reason in her paintings predominates over the heartfelt ... That only you can imagine, having such fantaziyu.Net, even better than she speaks the language krasok.Tak legche.No and everything here is not formed simply - a process of internal ripening pattern is often very dolgim.No when it is time to write, not not write mozhesh.I then all being accomplished much faster - sometimes, for one session.
However, the narrative and can not be a question, I did not say that in our eventful and the information age, conciseness and synthesis are the most important forms of expression in iskusstve.Rech talking about an unusual perception of objects, events, phenomena and apply them to canvas in the interpretation of when individual parts and frvgmenty speak not of a single instance, but about life, dreams to visit garmonii.Hudozhnitsa mirror lakes, hike the trails of the lunar night, to see people close to the lions and leopards, charmed and surprised.
This is not Pirosmani and Rousseau, although these artists it is very lyubit.Navernoe in it more from Alexander Green, his "wonderful neizvedannosti, enthusiastic boiling meetings, persons, events, boundless diversity of life." It is no accident at her pictures woven events and scenes chassto dissimilar, distant from each druga.No when you see them together on one canvas, they vosprinimaeyutsya as a whole - it becomes clear how conventional plot kartiny.Za all these images are hidden states, deep generalizations, see the artist could not help itself, then nervously squeezing a brush, then mentally itinerant among its mysterious way, his eyes closed and his head in his hands ... Here she puts the last touches ... The painting - a fabulous mountain lion, at whose feet the human mask, a number of female sphinx, but rather the other, stretched out all pitched in, pressing his hands to bedram.I nothing of a dream, which often want to see her rabotah.Nikakoy cheap popular naivnosti.Strast to the interpretation of real, not fairy-tale image of life - is what motivates her, when she wants to pass the sacrament, their acute psychological momenty.V her soul rushes storm and see how she wants to keep the storm out of it just right, and consonant to close, and plunged again into the storm, go to your own taste. "I aspire to make my paintings was life-affirming, not like a bloodless, nanosnogo.Hochetsya that everywhere there was life, albeit sometimes unexplored, only me, but always - life. "And, listen to her, involuntarily you peer into the picture, transferred to a numb world - froze people trees, feel the slow movements and tishinu.No should look at these pictures, as more and more convinced that the static quality to them - it's not fair contemplation, but rather contain all floated excitement, you feel for all these deserted awe and indifference.
Artists like her and not take the founders of "isms". They leave no memoirs, epistolary heritage outlined concepts issledovaniy.Slishkom lot of them on intuition, a natural beginning, the eternal concern that teoretizirovat.Oni rather, meteors and their work-vspyshki.Tut importantly, how long they will last vspyshki.Net , this does not mean that the works of chaos, there is no consistency, they have a logiki.Logika generated not by reason, but by intuition, when thoughts and feelings merge into one great concern, and create is just as essential as breathing , watch vlyublyatsya.I how naive her words: "I can consider myself a true artist only when I will write more intuitively and achieve fusion of mind and sensibilities." It turns out that it is not "real artist", it turns out reason in her paintings predominates over the heartfelt ... That only you can imagine, having such fantaziyu.Net, even better than she speaks the language krasok.Tak legche.No and everything here is not formed simply - a process of internal ripening pattern is often very dolgim.No when it is time to write, not not write mozhesh.I then all being accomplished much faster - sometimes, for one session.
However, the narrative and can not be a question, I did not say that in our eventful and the information age, conciseness and synthesis are the most important forms of expression in iskusstve.Rech talking about an unusual perception of objects, events, phenomena and apply them to canvas in the interpretation of when individual parts and frvgmenty speak not of a single instance, but about life, dreams to visit garmonii.Hudozhnitsa mirror lakes, hike the trails of the lunar night, to see people close to the lions and leopards, charmed and surprised.
This is not Pirosmani and Rousseau, although these artists it is very lyubit.Navernoe in it more from Alexander Green, his "wonderful neizvedannosti, enthusiastic boiling meetings, persons, events, boundless diversity of life." It is no accident at her pictures woven events and scenes chassto dissimilar, distant from each druga.No when you see them together on one canvas, they vosprinimaeyutsya as a whole - it becomes clear how conventional plot kartiny.Za all these images are hidden states, deep generalizations, see the artist could not help itself, then nervously squeezing a brush, then mentally itinerant among its mysterious way, his eyes closed and his head in his hands ... Here she puts the last touches ... The painting - a fabulous mountain lion, at whose feet the human mask, a number of female sphinx, but rather the other, stretched out all pitched in, pressing his hands to bedram.I nothing of a dream, which often want to see her rabotah.Nikakoy cheap popular naivnosti.Strast to the interpretation of real, not fairy-tale image of life - is what motivates her, when she wants to pass the sacrament, their acute psychological momenty.V her soul rushes storm and see how she wants to keep the storm out of it just right, and consonant to close, and plunged again into the storm, go to your own taste. "I aspire to make my paintings was life-affirming, not like a bloodless, nanosnogo.Hochetsya that everywhere there was life, albeit sometimes unexplored, only me, but always - life. "And, listen to her, involuntarily you peer into the picture, transferred to a numb world - froze people trees, feel the slow movements and tishinu.No should look at these pictures, as more and more convinced that the static quality to them - it's not fair contemplation, but rather contain all floated excitement, you feel for all these deserted awe and indifference.
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Artists like her and not take the founders of "isms". They leave no memoirs, epistolary heritage outlined concepts issledovaniy.Slishkom lot of them on intuition, a natural beginning, the eternal concern that teoretizirovat.Oni rather, meteors and their work-vspyshki.Tut importantly, how long they will last vspyshki.Net , this does not mean that the works of chaos, there is no consistency, they have a logiki.Logika generated not by reason, but by intuition, when thoughts and feelings merge into one great concern, and create is just as essential as breathing , watch vlyublyatsya.I how naive her words: "I can consider myself a true artist only when I will write more intuitively and achieve fusion of mind and sensibilities." It turns out that it is not "real artist", it turns out reason in her paintings predominates over the heartfelt ... That only you can imagine, having such fantaziyu.Net, even better than she speaks the language krasok.Tak legche.No and everything here is not formed simply - a process of internal ripening pattern is often very dolgim.No when it is time to write, not not write mozhesh.I then all being accomplished much faster - sometimes, for one session.
However, the narrative and can not be a question, I did not say that in our eventful and the information age, conciseness and synthesis are the most important forms of expression in iskusstve.Rech talking about an unusual perception of objects, events, phenomena and apply them to canvas in the interpretation of when individual parts and frvgmenty speak not of a single instance, but about life, dreams to visit garmonii.Hudozhnitsa mirror lakes, hike the trails of the lunar night, to see people close to the lions and leopards, charmed and surprised.
This is not Pirosmani and Rousseau, although these artists it is very lyubit.Navernoe in it more from Alexander Green, his "wonderful neizvedannosti, enthusiastic boiling meetings, persons, events, boundless diversity of life." It is no accident at her pictures woven events and scenes chassto dissimilar, distant from each druga.No when you see them together on one canvas, they vosprinimaeyutsya as a whole - it becomes clear how conventional plot kartiny.Za all these images are hidden states, deep generalizations, see the artist could not help itself, then nervously squeezing a brush, then mentally itinerant among its mysterious way, his eyes closed and his head in his hands ... Here she puts the last touches ... The painting - a fabulous mountain lion, at whose feet the human mask, a number of female sphinx, but rather the other, stretched out all pitched in, pressing his hands to bedram.I nothing of a dream, which often want to see her rabotah.Nikakoy cheap popular naivnosti.Strast to the interpretation of real, not fairy-tale image of life - is what motivates her, when she wants to pass the sacrament, their acute psychological momenty.V her soul rushes storm and see how she wants to keep the storm out of it just right, and consonant to close, and plunged again into the storm, go to your own taste. "I aspire to make my paintings was life-affirming, not like a bloodless, nanosnogo.Hochetsya that everywhere there was life, albeit sometimes unexplored, only me, but always - life. "And, listen to her, involuntarily you peer into the picture, transferred to a numb world - froze people trees, feel the slow movements and tishinu.No should look at these pictures, as more and more convinced that the static quality to them - it's not fair contemplation, but rather contain all floated excitement, you feel for all these deserted awe and indifference.
-I want people to have never parted with their life, where there is a dream, music, painting, poetry ...
This is not just tossed beautiful fraza.Smotrit straight in the eye, said volnuyas.A then shifted his gaze at the pictures, as if summing up his remarks, but expressed may seem netochnym.Povtorit again and again, wanting to develop a precise.
-I like to look at ogon.Navernoe, my ancestors were fire worshipers. - He's joking, she rarely, more serious. - I always feel a connection with predkami.Oni like ryadom.V especially during raboty.Eto not even explain.
In every phrase invested a lot of soul, she always worried about, nervously rubbing his ruki.Uglubitsya in his thoughts, of course, out of politeness will still be responsible to you, but as for her painfully!
-Matisse? Of course he was mistaken in saying that every man can find rest in iskusstve.Matiss - a book that you can not read without emotion.
-Chagall - wise starets.On gives people like their unusual bulls, horses, live tsvety.A then takes the viewer into his garden, where the roofs sparkle in anticipation of violin music.
-Rousseau - one of the kindest artists I ever knew.
-Bosch. I always strive to approach his art even closer.
-From the Armenian artists closest to me Hovnatanian, Saryan, Bazhbeuk-Melikian.
-Hovnatanian - a relic of the Armenian Tiflisa.Ego portraits - not only portrety.Glyadya on them, we see a still-lifes, landscapes and endless sky.
-Sarian - very healthy start.
-Bazhbeuk-Melikyan - the first great artist, with whom I vstretilas.On gave me a lot, I find it hard to talk about it.
-I love to medieval Armenian miniatyuru.V it always excites me red tsvet.Takogo red I have not videla.Inoy times it seems to me that in those days the sun has left its particle in our land.
Two small rooms in an old Tiflis dome.Vysokie ceilings and windows, dilapidated furniture, and general absence of sovremennogo.Zdes AAPO was born, grew up, fell in love with painting and realized that forever.
One of the rooms, full of light, designed as a desk masterskuyu.Na zhurnaly.knigi, karkndashi, a small portrait of Komitas - mentor and boga.Gayane love not only in painting but also in music, it handles voice, sings in the church hore.Esli companion took to heart, she will perform for him something lyubimoe.I to download their souls will invest no less than zhivopis.Posle walks around town or visionary thinking in the park, she always returns to that komnatu.I, of course, she wants write.
The walls are hung with paintings, and they instantly riveting vnimanie.Snachala riveting, like all unusual, but then they fall in love and want to see and videt.I forgetting about the short stay in the city, you can not grab the time and did not come to her to take another look at its zhivopis.Hudozhnitsa are always welcome, and patiently listens, responds, Well, if you will be inspired to trust in you feel a kindred spirit, friend - will be revealed to you before the kontsa.I when you hear the fascinating story of the bitter experiences of unusual perceptions .
Can it be that way, she began her work? At that time, she studied at the Art School, studied faithfully, diligently visibly gypsum, studying the shape and volume of the body, the laws svetoteni.No in the works of the peridium - something traditional, normal, though at the time of her only fifteen, and ask a lot from it nelzya.I, however, can not believe that these works and those that are created today, belong to the same cheloveku.A then came the disease - a severe illness, was chained to posteli.Medlenno stretch agonizing days, and many think that this navsegda.A she believes in the triumph zhizni.Ostavayas one, she stares into the long nebo.Plavno swim cloud-boats, the sun disappears, and replaced by a moon, and pass zvezdy.Tak days - lonely reflections, full of sunlight and the moon shine, treated kindly nebom.S clouds and golden leaves fall off trees, lashing rain, frown tuchi.V this amazing diversity, nepovtorimost.Chto something your friends, nedostayuschee.Navernoe, life - this diversity, and there are no two identical eyes, hands, characters, as these floating away the clouds, sparkling zvezd.Prikovannaya to bed, she feels even more charm of life, eager to get up, go back to zhivopisi.Na soul accumulated mnogoe.Ochevidno, you need to write only when have their own world, its videnie.A then she wins the disease and, returning to painting, convinced that he would write only that, his own.
Unexpected turn in her work, coming together with a new worldview-conventional forms, local colors, the flatness of the mysterious and symbolic figures, but at the same time, amazing zhiznennost.Deformatsiya volumes, breach of proportions, hardly accuse her of ignorance of the laws of the picturesque, in the absence of professionalism of all this is done in the name of expression, the transfer of its plastic obraza.I feel how complicated this way, as the painting itself is complicated, which spawned ego.A last work still unfinished - it was quite unusual drugoe.Na canvas for her expressiveness -- everything moves, hard to predela.Na light-blue background loom the contours of fire sobak.Kazhuschayasya static disappeared, they are now the hall, pounce ...
Another Gayane.I know that it will be all new and new: Gayane Khachaturian twenty-eight years.
Common Tbilisi street-narrow sidewalks, ancient trees, houses, painting, clinging to each other, patterned balconies and fences ... Someone would call someone and talk all the floors of the house, "this has its unique charm.
Neighbors meet and generate curious vzglyadami.Pointeresuyutsya success, of course, and pobalaguryat slightly making fun, "for them it is still a girl with protracted uvlecheniyami.A who she really know neither they nor many others ...
In the art of their own, which have become commonplace way to priznaniyu.Byvaet and takoe_zhivesh next to the artist, to monitor its development, believe in its future, but somehow I can not imagine that he's already there, that even today he is too znachitelen.V especially if the case is an unusual kasaetsya darovaniya.I we're talking not only about nesveduyuschih people, but also a connoisseur.
Krmpozitsiya? About! This poluchaetsya her great! Is developed uncommon sense of color, garmonii.Da, fantasy bespredelna.Tonky taste, or rather, the most subtle, high professianalnaya culture, no salonnosti.Est composure, integrity .- as though all agreed on one dyhanii.Est power, there scope and smelost.Takuyu courage rather call muzhskoy.I important - identity, pocherk.Tak what more do you want?
From Gayane painting can be viewed only at home or on two or three small zametkam.No is it not better to see her pictures on the large vystavkah.I long must we be convinced in his confession, why not talk about it publicly as novom.zamechatelnom phenomenon in our art? "Is not it time? Pravda.ona young ... But believe me, lyudyam.podobnym ey.nikakaya praise is not dizzy with success.
I can answer what the prices were for 2 months before his death Gai.
Where is the 2 months before her death, brought back from Georgia a few of its good rabot.Menya warned that Gayane in very poor condition and soon it does not begin with 10 stanet.Tseny tys.dol.Poka I thought I was about five days and when I was ready to buying .. then neuspela picture ushli.Teper very sorry that so long thought .... now the price is much higher.
After the case I her work is no longer met.
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I quote, excerpts from an interview with Thalmann Zurabian Gayane. Approximately 1972.
-And what you say about this picture?
-This work was born, I sat in the balcony very prosto.Na those figures in the background solntsa.V sky was a huge sun and the sun was a fiery lev.Mne thought that sitting and playing the violin in the sun, these violins goreli.Otsyuda-Lev -burning violin. "Leo is right on the red railing balkona.Griva it from a sea shell, yellowish with a red tint.
-At my pictures all the figures with the violin is ya.V a kid, I begged to buy me a violin, I do not kupili.Eto my most painful vospominanie.Ya feel themselves more with the bow in his hand than with kistyu.U I have a feeling that every time I play the violin, especially when working.
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31.01.2010, 19:00
Still on Gayane.
picture ushli.Teper very sorry that so long thought .... now the price is much higher. 
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