Once a year pilgrimage to the museum, like a visit to the cemetery at All Souls' Day - this is acceptable. Put the annual bouquet of flowers at the portrait of Mona Lisa - I agree with ... But I am opposed to our sadness, our fragile courage, our morbid restlessness daily were derived on a tour of museums. Why poison ourselves? Why rot?
And what can be seen in the old picture, but any attempts such artificial artist, rushing to the barriers that keep him till the end to express their fantasies? Mljet front of the old picture - the same emotions that pour into funeral urn instead of releasing them to give space in a furious burst of action and creation.
Do you want to spend all of their best forces in the eternal and the empty worship of the past, from which the fatally exhausted, humiliated, beaten? I assure you that daily visits to museums, libraries and educational institutions (cemeteries of empty effort, Calvary crucified dreams, registries of failed ventures!) For artists as damaging as the prolonged supervision by parents of some young people, intoxicated by the talent and ambition. When the future for them is closed, the past can be a great comfort to the dying patient, the weak, captive ... But we do not want to have anything to do with the past, we, young and strong Futurists!
Let them come, gay incendiaries with soot soiled fingers! Here they are! Here they are .. Let us, set fire to the library shelves! Turn the channel, so they flooded the museums! .. What a delight to see the floating, swaying, the famous old paintings have lost their color and raspolzshiesya! .. Take your picks, axes and hammers and destroy, and destroy without pity gray venerable city! The oldest of us 30 years, so we still have at least 10 years to complete their work. When we will be 40, others, younger and stronger, maybe throw us as unnecessary manuscripts in the trash - we want to see what it was!
They, our successors, who will oppose us, they come from afar, from everywhere, dancing under the winged rhythm of their first songs, playing with the curves of the muscles of predatory paws, sniffing at the doors of educational institutions, like dogs, to edkomu smell of rotting our brains, doomed to perpetual oblivion in the literary catacombs. But we will not be there ... Finally, they find us, one winter night in the open field, under the sad roof, on which the monotonous pounding rain. They will see us, shrunken near their shaky airplanes, warming his hands at the wretched little fire, composed of our current books, when those lights come on take-off of our imaginations.
They would rage around us, panting with scorn and anguish, and then they are furious at our proud daring, pounce to kill us, they hate to be the stronger, the more their hearts will be drunk with love for us and admiration. Injustice, strong and healthy, light up in their eyes. Art, in fact, can not be anything other than violence, cruelty and injustice.
The oldest of us 30 years. But we have already scattered treasures, a thousand treasures of strength, love, courage, vision and unbridled force of will, they threw without remorse, fury, carelessly, without hesitation, without pausing for breath, and not stopping ... Look at us! We are still full of energy! Our hearts know no weariness because they are filled with fire, hatred, and speed! .. Are you surprised? This is understandable, because you can not even remember that ever lived! Proudly straightening his shoulders, we stand at the top of the world and once again defy the stars! Do you have any objections? .. Come, we know them ... We all understand! .. Our subtle cunning mind tells us that we - the reincarnation and continuation of our ancestors. Perhaps! .. If it were so! But does it matter? We do not want to understand! .. Woe to anyone who has ever tell us these shameful words!
Lift your head! Proudly straightening his shoulders, we stand at the top of the world and once again defy the stars!
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Experience kontriskusstvovedeniya .....
"... Imagine a young, energetic people,
do not possess any special talents, and dreaming of world fame. this glory, in their observations, with a minimum expenditure of time and effort can be achieved in the art. Looking around, they see that art neohvatno is large and diverse. With their ability, to each of them feel it, you can jump out except that a small pimple on his infinite surface. Of course, this is no good, we must do something, somewhere to look. And they find. The idea arrives to them from Italy of the Blessed Filippo Tommaso Marinetti. In his Futurist manifesto contained virtually all that was required, and even something over and above ... But the main thing that prompted Marinetti, was the only way to take over the world:
need to unscrew the public taste inside out, so that the talent was talent, but lack of talent - talent. This formula has promised great benefits, and she never delivered in a pure and naked, was the fundamental guidance to all activities of the Futurists. The rest of the course and inevitable. Epatage society, discredit art (the old, that is, in other words, total), as well as all spiritual values on which this art was built ...." (Yu Karabchievskij, "The Resurrection of Mayakovsky, Munich, 1985, p. 85-86).
".... It is very similar to the current times. Futurists hounded "old art," Conceptual his strenuously not to notice. Funds depends on age. The objectives of those and others - common, humanly understandable. Breaking into the market and away from the criticism. And so, and others have succeeded ... "
"I think that most ordinary, shishkinskogo wing landshaftik nineteenth century will always have value. And not only antique.
Human nature has not changed. Honesty, sincerity, the pleasure of working with colors and simple beauty of the thing or the landscape - always valuable artistic virtues. If more and abilities above the norm - then we are not dealing with Shishkin, and Van Gogh. The level is different, but the essence is the same.
Prigovskaya bank with the signatures or kabakovskie slippers on a string or one of these virtues do not possess. From the perspective of art history. This is a conceptual and dangerous.
But the soul wants.
Prepared soul asks good art.
Unprepared - Requests beautiful.
Disoriented satisfied kitsch. "
D. Khmelnitsky
http://www.port-folio.org/2004/part865.htm
03.01.2010, 10:32
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