Sergei Alferov (1951-2004)

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Сообщение от "Manna, 1302281

Actually, thanks to all those involved in its publication.

 I would also like to say thank you, participants of the forum Artinvestment
SAH has helped track down George Pliss and Sasha Lisowski, persuaded them to take part in the book, and then sent me a finished text.
Tamara (art historian Tamar Vekhova) .. Text Vladimir Tryamkina and Katya Medvedeva is its merit.
SAH and Tamara, thank you very

Still would like to thank Olga Burakova (husband Sergei Alferov) and Anastasia Alferov, they also took part in the book.

[Игорь Дудинский]

was a first in the history of book-album devoted to the work of artist Sergey Alferov.

Вложение 973621

Its genre can be defined as a declaration of love.

When the artist is no longer with us, for it shall have the right to speak out not only his work but also friends, close friends, associates.

The creators of the book trying to convey a rich and quirky spirit world Sergei Alferov through people who knew him closely, communicate and work with him.

Undoubted merit of the book - her sincerity.

In the book a little art history notes. Main place set aside the statements and recollections.

Sergei Alferov was a true idol for many of the generation of non-conformists - the inhabitants of Moscow's underground bohemian 70's - 90's.

Admirers of the artist, his philosophical views do not hide the enthusiasm for its unique contemporary.

Preface to the inevitable. Presentation on the forum

Excerpts from the book

Alexander Kedrin:

In the rare letters from Moscow, Sergei wrote that advice worked, friends arranged it to work - first the janitor, and then a fireman, which was a big success because the work was on duty day and three days free. The main thing is that before it was the basement, where he was on the ropes, like laundry and hung up to dry their work. Wrote that he was free, happy and a lot of work.
In autumn 1975, I returned to Moscow after his Tashkent international symposium on ceramics. Of course, went to see Sergei on a warm mill. Sergei told me a stunning news. Two days later, at ENEA, in the House of Culture opens an exhibition of 150 of the Moscow artists, nonconformists.
We immediately went to the scene. The building was cordoned off by police, and we are not allowed, but we climbed out the window, open to us by the conditional knock fellow artists, who mounted the exhibition. I first saw the work Tselkov, Rabin Nemukhin, Vechtomova, Zvereva, Zelenin. Sergei I got acquainted with all.
Then, when I was in Moscow, Sergei always took me to the apartment that views to the Nike Shcherbakova or Aida Sychev, then on the next exhibition in the Moscow city committee schedules, of which he has become.

Vladimir Ja Guzman:

Since the late 70's, at the Dushanbe apartment Kalandar on the street named Klara Zetkin, has formed a unique commune of yogis, and more specifically - parties of various kinds mystics and magicians, as well as simply adventurers and some non-standard adventurers who gathered here from all over the Union. From early spring to late autumn, visiting the people of grazing on this Fleta in between expeditions and Ziarat.
Soon there appeared a new man for me - the Moscow painter Sergei Alferov. On that day, our company right from the morning went on the raft. And I discovered that Sergei got tanned a lot better than I am: well, just true of Othello, with blindingly white teeth!
Sergei Alferov was quite paranoid-type art, who saw dreams reality. He had jet-black bushy hair disheveled, unkempt beard is the same unnaturally high protein slightly squinting dark eyes. It was in his appearance something Taliban and Roma at the same time. In general, the pan artist was typical of the Devonian and produced by local people an impression.

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Dmitri Ionov:

Despite the recent marriage to Sergei Alferov traveled. In parting, he told his wife: "Olga, remember that you as a whaler's wife! Wait!
Far away in the Pamir mountains was lost village Kongurt. One day, the kolkhoz became the young man a strange kind: with a long beard, wearing galoshes, with his staff and knapsack. His appearance has caused farmers of border villages wonder: who he is and whence came here? And what he said did not fit into the framework of common sense in the usual daily life of the village, consisting of a dozen houses.
He said that he liked the place, and he wants to stay here in the mountains to graze sheep. The Board has sent a police officer. Big, fat good-natured policeman smiled: "Why are you here?" How do I reply? Tell that escaped from Moscow for a thousand miles to find, check, compare your inner world and the beginning of life, staying in the concrete reality of the rivers and mountains and infinite creation?
Introduced himself, said that the name is Sergei, surname - Alferov. Artist. Come, "simply because they like».

Preface to the inevitable. Presentation on the forum

Excerpts from the book

Valery Turchin:

creating his art, Sergei Alferov performed a ritual. On the other hand, contemplation of "ritual" works - the same ritual. The more the viewer is immersed in it, the more it tightens the element of something original. It seems that birth is not just art but art in general as such. Protoform born out of chaos. Born, because it should be. Because this is a kind of historical predestination. Sergei Alferov convinces us that the art of every time is not born again, as happens during a variety of aesthetic revolutions - from the Neolithic period to the twentieth century, and as if for the first time. It is very surprised by their appearance, seeing it as a miracle. And like a miracle takes his audience - in fact he was lucky to attend this important event - the birth of a new form of artistic consciousness.

Nick Scherbakov:

After the defeat of the "Bulldozer" exhibition in 1974, I began to organize in his spacious apartment in downtown Moscow exhibition of unofficial art. Artists know that I have, they can not only show their work, but get the moral and physical support, so surreptitiously passed each other, my address and phone number. One day I wandered and Sergei Alferov - a cute young boy, from which exuded purity, vulnerability and physically perceived vulnerability. He looked about 25 years. Thin arms and thin fingers, dear, shy smile, which was a mixture of pain and irony in relation to the world. It was felt that Sergei from an educated family. He was modest and did not like, say, "pose for the camera." Of these people for the most part and was the Soviet underground. They could not simultaneously create pure art, and fight their elbows way to success. These were mostly people whose spiritual life was all about, so the material side, they pay too little attention.
It has been seen with the naked eye that Sergei needs help. He did not belong to any group or union and did not earn a living book designer, as many other nonconformists, so his situation was particularly vulnerable.

Boris Beach:

When you think about it, the first thing to mind his enormous eyes and a sort of unearthly, inhuman delicacy. It seemed as if his secret that he remembered everything. It was a closed system with a unique prapamyatyu. Sergei remembered other worlds and civilizations. Of course, it was not exactly well-rounded person. He just intuitively nadintellektualno - knew everything. Even the fact that in general one can not know. This knowledge gave him the Lord.
I would say that Sergei blissful. It was tragic and restless. Person down to earth, tradesman Alferov might seem crazy city. He's no reason, rhyme or reason could speak about the ancient Sumerians. His took world history - through it he, as a stream, flowing in your mind. We spent hours talking with him about Ancient Egypt. He talked about the shamans and the North, where he had visited. Sergei was a slow, stretched it. Sometimes, when he hastened to speak, then began to stutter. When we think about the arias, Sergei said: "Everything that has received the south, came from the north." He had a unique ability to read ancient texts, which nobody else could not read. He was, at first glance, tightly closed to outsiders, but at the same time and fully open, since he lived in a world of his senses.

Preface to the inevitable. Presentation on the forum

Excerpts from the book

Ivan Akhmet'ev:

... Sergei has changed dramatically, there has occurred a shift, he was rarely out of the house. At the same time suddenly stopped listening to music. Slept till noon, and woke up listening to the voices of children, diverges from the school after classes. He said that other music he does not need. Only children and birds.
Sergei Alferov was a true artist, in addition, an unusually clever. His defense on the everyday, everyday level, there was, of course, weak. Yes, even those of his characteristic sarcastic smile. In one of them his, probably, and was killed.
Once in the 80's the three of us went to Zamoskvoretsky lanes Volodina one job to another. Towards the twilight came with the work of some women with shopping bags. Calmly razminutsya failed. Suddenly one of my aunts with yells "spooks, spooks, I know him!" Rushed to Sergei. In the end, once gone, others dragged her aunt. This here is a clash of two worlds ...

Kate Medvedev:

Sergei Alferov never themselves do not advertise, not PR. Never such was not. Collectors have come, and he sits in a corner, silent. Smokes, smiles, listens to what they say, and myself - no gu-gu. Was unflappable. Only once I saw how he got excited about the violin. I am so pleased. I think, wow. Once came to us a violinist and asked me: "Let's change. I tell you his violin, you let me - now. " And before that he is the same offered Sergei, but I also do not know. We, the violinist sitting, I say: "Please, choose a job, which like". And Sergei something smelled his shop, he bursts giant steps toward me and ... ka-a-aak jump, grabbed the fiddle and fled. Looks like the violin is very attracted to him. I said: "Serge, do not worry for God's sake. Take your violin. " Well, if a person needs a violin. Among themselves have no one ever swore.

Yuri Pliss:

Valya Khrushch pours a cup of tea Serezhin. At this time, as usual Sergei about something reflects aloud - with his characteristic question mark. As a result, tea is poured over the edge bowls. "How I can tell you, Serge, respond or object, if your soul is full, as this Pialat", - notes Valya. Everyone, including Sergei, laughing. Needless to say, was it a sort of oddity hero, only just got out of the oven. Bearded face, the abundance of long and somewhat messy speeches. However, over time it became clear that his talk out loud - this is the inertia of the huge mass of inner experience and reflection.

Andrew Basanets:

It was interesting to see how it works. Laid out on the floor, sheets of drawing paper, cans of paint, pencils, small rollers, ink, brushes, rulers, pins, combs, blotters and other "professional" identity. Could not work without music. On the head headphones with oriental music or jazz. At the foot Alferych as it was called, put on the mighty diehard heaviest canvas upper shoes from - that was stable to sit. He always did, sitting on his haunches. Sozidalos 5.8 work together. In this Alferych podvizgival only he is playing music from the headphones. The whole process could last for days on end - without food or distractions. A sort of shaman Alferych.
"Pictures" he loved her. Constantly review them, shifted. "Pictures spank go. I have no time with you here "- said after a two-hour talk Alferych.

Preface to the inevitable. Presentation on the forum

Excerpts from the book

Alexander Lisowski:

His apartment was in Chertanovo, and once at dawn, when the streets were empty and deserted, we went with friends to visit him. I was struck by the endless, as far as the eye could see, the space of the capital's sleeping area without a single tree, as if uninhabited, extinct, huge houses. The first rays of the sun reflected in the thousands of windows, and the grand panorama forced to recall a dream from a novel by Vera Chernyshevsky.
Alferov was home to the most recent. Behind it began the field and stood in support of high-voltage line with their monotonous neutihayuschim crash. So unexpected was to be in the apartment Sergei Alferov. The walls were hung with Chinese scrolls, Buryat tanks, Eastern ceramics. Everywhere lay thick stack of graphic works. In the middle of one of the rooms stood a large etching press. There was still a lot of musical instruments, which he loved and knew how to play music: violin, xylophone, drums and even electric guitar with speakers and amplifier.

Vladimir Tryamkin:

At one time the band was fanatically keen on the idea to publish "their" Omar Khayyam - a book of poems in his own transcription, and with illustrations. But while no one dared to sponsor this idea. Serega gravely joked: "They're afraid that Omar Khayyam's relatives may declare and sue." This he had a sense of humor. But deep down inside himself experienced.
Another well-versed in philosophy, especially Eastern. He had a large library. All the while buying books, walked around the antique bookstores often carry with me. While in general it was fashionable to do esoteric. But many fond formally, but Serge was interested in serious and really know much. In his discussion was not blind faith, but always present a reasonable criticism. Loved the simple oriental imagery. For example, he has a lot of work with birds. And all these birds - the characters that need to decipher. Here is a nightingale in the tree - this is the most important esoteric symbol. Anyone who knew, instantly and automatically clean it scanned, and those who did not know the secret meanings, perceived characters are just as cute and kind of animals and insects.
I talked to Sergei peculiar. Expounded the idea originally. At first glance, messy, but actually uttered these esoteric texts. Even at the domestic level, his speech was filled with inner hidden meaning.

Igor Dudinskiy:

After returning from England, Sergei told me about his meetings with these dragons:
- I draw in fresh air, and flies across the sky some similarities. Wander at me, look. Sit nearby. I gave him something to tell you - he will fly away. He also wondered what I was doing. We have a different mindset with the British. We were taught that one era ends and the next begins. And they know that nothing disappears. Just when there is something new, the past recedes into the background. As a result, there is simultaneously, and one does not hinder anybody. Humans and dragons each other do not touch. For example, is a modern nuclear power plant. Suddenly on its roof sits a huge flying lizard. Sit down and fly away. There is in the order of things. No one even pays any attention.
... Shortly before his death, we Alferov summer sunny day after certain movements, accompanied by nonweak libations, were in Arkhangelsk. Saw the bus, which went to the Museum-Estate, and decided to "continue" in an interesting place. They sat down, got there. We already have what is called good, and taking on his chest yet, understand that both are unable to move. Thank God we turned up some bushes or a thicket, where we had mislaid before they were cut down. Therefore, we did not find a museum guard.
- Say what you like, but still chew literate than drinking - suddenly muttered her unique voice, an insinuating Sergei, while I was still able to recognize human speech. - Alcohol only stimulate domestic capabilities, but does not open a window into paradise. Why do you think, in the East do not drink. If there is to ban chewing and collapse the entire way of life. Imagine you're in the mountains, one dog cold around for weeks, nobody except the sheep.
- What is there to represent. I'm in a similar situation - I supported him, his teeth chattering, as not used to the discomfort of the night. Sergey is kept as if we were not on the ground, and in a deluxe room inturistovskoy hotel.
- If the mountains do not chew on the first day sedesh with coils - Sergei continued. - To you fly different entities to communicate something important. Not yet pozhuesh, you can not hear them. Local people generally only do that around the clock chew and talk with angels. Perhaps it's time to go there.

Preface to the inevitable. Presentation on the forum

Excerpts from the book

Artem Kirakos:

Sergei always relied on his art as a profession to feed their families. Life - plow. Money he earned - especially on our background - enough. And there was nothing to moan and complain. Merely had to organize his life, family life, work and leisure. Our family is still a joke often repeated Sergei 'The popular expression: "The last exchanged a thousand." Did you mean U.S. dollars. In those days - not a bad amount. But for Sergei, "change for the last a thousand" was a disaster. While we are at that time lived somewhere in the $ 100 a month. Lived more than modestly, but - extremely organized.
I know him even a phone call - a mystical meditative, slow and strange pritormozhennomu. In the beginning - just breathing in the tube. Silence. And then: "Duck you home?" - A somewhat lengthy Asian accent.
- And where do you call something, Sergei? I'm glad to see you. I listen to you carefully.
- Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah. Y-at-a-uv. Kirakosych, I've already got, probably - he unrolled his leisurely hours of monologue.
We chatted for days - I really repent, put up side by side, sometimes permanently, then lifted, and Serge all said something, he said. I spoke, laid back. Now I'm sorry.
Another story - with our lives and work in Germany. There I took him away. I only have rights, we have identified two pickups - Trabant, and in addition to drawing, I worked for free, and even conveying friends, girls and cargo. We went on spetsmagazinam, chose him for the paper. Young German saleswoman froze and melted a long time, with bated breath, when Serge fingered "bumafshki" to sound like Horowitz white keys pianos Steinway - and intensely fished notes, which published his fingers gliding over the surface. Tactile graphic arts. We understand much of what is not given to understand rough painters. From the diversity of assortment of paper he ran his eyes.

Anastasia Alferov:

... father loved and prized black humor. Generally refers to people and the world with a fair sarcasm. Sometimes directed his sarcasm at someone or something. The truth is always good-naturedly, with a grin.
 Once we moved to work with him, including the old, "naive" - with "little men" horses. I asked, not in the children's literature, whether he drew inspiration when they painted? He said: "Of course. Where else. " And he told anecdote: "In the fireplace, crackling, burning down Pinocchio, boiled turtle Tortilla, spread out on the floor Hide poodle Artemon to the wall nailed Piero, the sofa is dishonored and vypotroshennaya Malvina. And in a rocking chair sits Carabas Barabas. Looked around, scratched his belly and said:
- I look, I have today a real celebration! "
I asked him: "You're a what?" "To the fact that my picture and story - it's an anecdote and story. Decide very much do they have in common ».

Olga Burakova:

Sergei was credulous and simple-to naivete. Practicality and mercantile spirit was incompatible with the categories. One gallery owner who owed him a lot of money, Serge called a good man. Thought he was miserable, forced to suffer for having to pay artists the money.
Returning from Germany, Sergey wanted to live and work in the countryside. According to its impracticality bought house-razvalyushku in Kozielsk. Cottage stood on the mountain, down the river Zhizdra, her stretched meadows and forests. The view was magnificent, and this is especially hired him as an artist. I visited him often. Leave my daughter was not with anyone, and to bring a child into mouldering not Equipped and totally adapted to life a house, which went on chickens and rabbits, but could not. Sergei naively believed that Kozelsk as Optin Deserts, laced with the holy spirit, tried to be on good terms with the local population. Seeing that a number of them lived a hermit, and besides, a Muscovite, they have shown interest in him, and some even began to abuse his hospitality. Came with moonshine, prevented him from working. Eventually Sergei wrote on the gate reading: "Leave me alone." Later, when Sergei finally returned to Moscow, he often repeated: "Yes, the Russian nature is beautiful, but the people ..." And while he sighed heavily.
In August 2004, Sergei was gone. But his life continues in his works. He died tragically. I found myself Sergei dying on the street, in a crowded place, at 12 o'clock. After waiting all night and not waiting for Sergei, I do not know what went outside and met the familiar. Suddenly, she was approached by a girl and was excitedly telling me that at the bus stop the night before is a dying man. And explained: "In a khaki jacket with metal clasps. None other than the Lord put these words into her mouth. I immediately ran to the bus stop and saw Sergei. He was lying unconscious with his eyes open. People quietly went in and out of the bus. Ten meters in multi-storey house as if nothing had happened were a few men and women. I immediately felt for Seryozha bloody wound on his head, found in his pocket a passport and insurance policy. Summoned an ambulance, and only then he was taken to the hospital. People sitting on the bench, said that hours after 10 pm, when it was still light when exiting the bus Sergei hit something on the head. A doctor from the intensive care unit told me that when they brought him he was still alive. During these 14 hours of people time and again called for an ambulance and the police. The few times to come, but he left him dying on the pavement. In spite of the mortal wound, agony and pain, Sergei tried to crawl out on the roadway to stop their suffering. However, according to witnesses, doctors ambulance dragged him to the nearest lawn, did paralyze it a shot and left for home. All of my appeal to the prosecutor's office went unanswered, the witnesses refused to testify.
With Sergei we lived for 33 years. We were not two halves of one apple. Once, when I started a conversation with him about love, he turned away from me and looking out the window, into the blue cloudless sky, he said: "We should not so much to love - because together we will not die." Women were not his passion, but his energy and talent sometimes attracted to him the fair sex. And not always, he remained an impregnable fortress. One day he came home exhausted, worn out and told me: "You - the best».

[Люси]

Igor, thank you very much.
This is really a mini presentation on the forum .. Artinvestment very helpful and of course the right of first though and virtual presentation belongs Artinvestmentu.

[Игорь Дудинский]

Well, as you warned.
Read more.
Zoom reduced.

[Люси]

Sergei Alferov, "Preface to the inevitable"-M., Inc. 2K-160s.

Book from today you can already buy in the shops:

phalanx (Moscow, Maly Gnezdnikovsky lane, 12/27)

bookshop at the Literary Institute,

in the bookstore Gilea (Tverskaya Boulevard Dr 9)

[Grigory]

Сообщение от "Igor Dudinskiy

... Image reduced.

If you click on the picture with the mouse, you'll see it in that amount, in which it was.

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Сообщение от Lara

Lucy, please tell me whether you can buy the book before its presentation?

Today saw the book in the CHA in the Crimean.
In the bookstore on the right of the entrance, behind a wall (near the café).
Price of truth is not asked, because
I already have 3 copies already

[Лара]

Lucy, thank you for the info.
Bought a book, I read with great pleasure!

[Люси]

Sergei Alferov.Predislovie to the inevitable. "

Book can also be obtained at:

Trading house of the book "Moscow"

http://www.moscowbooks.ru/search.asp...= on & p2 = on

Bookstore Biblio Globus

Bookstore Centre for Contemporary Culture Garage.

In the online shop "Vocabulary"

http://zapasslov.ru/product_info.php?products_id=2394

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Page on Wikipedia has made .. though not yet figured out how to attach pictures there . How is everything there is difficult and a chore ..

http://ru.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D0%90%...B2%D0%B8%D1%87