Продано: V.E.Yashke, "Nicola"

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Vladimir E. Yashke, Nicola, 50 x 40 cm, 2003, oil on canvas /oil


Vladimir E. Yashke was born in 1948 in Vladivostok. He spent his childhood in Kamchatka. He studied at the Art School in Sevastopol in 1961-65gg. He graduated from Polygraphic institute in Moscow. Since 1976 he has lived in Leningrad-Petersburg. Member of the Union of Artists since 1978. Since 1978, participation in exhibitions CX. Since 1983, participation in exhibitions TEII (Association of Experimental Fine Arts). Since 1985, participation in exhibitions Mitki. Works are in the State Russian Museum, Sevastopol Gallery, St. Petersburg Arena, in domestic and foreign private collections.

CHARM OF BEING

Once Yashke Volodya said, "When an artist from the provinces arrived in Moscow, he continues to work as he worked. As to Peter, then to write so well-read, as they say here. " I do not know if this is true, so to speak, sociologically. And he himself, in an attempt to remind him of this idea, rejected it, said that he always did what he is doing now that he - piterets, he's just born in Vladivostok, was conceived here. (Vladivostok in handy when he's writing poetry "almost in Japanese"). There are people so stubborn as to refuse their own thoughts if you try it to them. Yashke soft and unyielding time. Trying to figure out what he was doing in Leningrad before he became known to all of us, did not lead to anything. Says, "was in the intensive care unit." And he lived? "Relatives brought gruel."

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The early period just emerges from the darkness of the unknown. It can be assumed at the Moscow Polygraphic Institute, where he studied for a long time, asking him something, and he performed these tasks for fun, but not in time and not, as claimed. However, the work in publishing. With this experience you can relate it printed graphics of the 1970s - early 1980s - sometimes in line with the best examples of Soviet graphic art. And early schedule, and painting are very diverse, they can see the interest in the mysteries of craft, the ability to absorb different manners. Overall painting of those years - the soft-fuzzy, soft-fuzzy, worn, the pasty, with scaly strokes - is more traditional, timid, is static stiffness. In general - rather academic, but sometimes suddenly romantic, mysterious, created in the spirit of some unknown entity. Mature - a thick, tart, shiny, flowing, both hard and soft - more expressive, free and individual.

Youth was spent in the Crimea, he wrote rocky Crimean landscapes, but in his Leningrad Crimea filled the hot sun. Suggest that future compilers phrase popular biography: "He carried the Crimean sun, but dare throw him to the canvas just here." While in Leningrad sun on the canvas rather afraid. It is here in the sky so rare and so alien. Remember:

Sleep in a daze and you see a dream
Further marine and shore happy
And the dream that is not available to me.
See day bezzakatny and burning,
And my dear beloved land.
Blue, blue, singing, singing.
Fixed-blessed, like paradise.

Blok is just another dream, the dream of Spanish gypsies. By the way, the Spaniards and Gypsies, Spanish dance, gypsy tent favorite romantic motives Yashke, it, in the language of the last century, dreams.

His work is diverse in many ways, they can be classified according to various principles, including the origin of the image: from nature, say, a real friend (sleeping with work loose from the ragged blankets foot) and create imagination: the mysterious beautiful ladies. As to the fine ladies invented then - returning to the subject of the Leningrad painting - such (as opposed to social realism and socialist reality) did not hesitate to portray many, including friends Yashke Vladimir Gooss and Gennady Ustyugov. All three were living together admiration femininity - you know, ladies, this still happens. Create Goossa aristocratic, refined, infernal; Ustyugova have it thinned somnambulist, solid erotized spirit. And above all Yashke seductive flesh. Atlas shoulders, high breasts, slim waist, porcelain cheeks and chin, the lava hair that hides the eyes and forehead unnecessary. Hats, bows, lace. They are perfectly quiet, satisfied if he were in the pay of a loved one or in indefinite leave - sometimes just shows Crimean sun drenched.

But it did not come immediately, in 1969, thinned female silhouette of a solid stone stood in dreamy prostration. But to glorify femininity, beautiful women is not enough, and there is Zinaida Morkovkina - well, not quite a lady, but sometimes it turning smoothly. This is in the tradition of the St. Petersburg underground work with their own character - a Yashke not constructed, but as it is picked up in the street, far from the glamorous standards of male lust object - a short, plump, red hair, bow, bangs to the eyes, upturned nose - not on the podium, not a beauty contest will not take, but - blooming, erotic, and sprinkles hormones. Frankly, a complete idiot and end badly, but feel like "charming for those who understand." Here's the mirror, that's palace collapsed on the couch (as if composed by Iey Kirillov), that met with the older sailors spree with them, that "no panties." There are works in the literal sense grivuaznye. Could, if desired, be classified as porn, if not a great painting, if not a complete lack of rigidity inherent in this genre, it is cold. All the more aggression. Write contemporary erotic close to a horror film - but Yashke not anxious to be modern. Erotic Art here - not a way of overcoming obsessive, but a means to experience happiness. That happiness (not pleasure, unlike the French eighteenth century, that come to mind) Cupid brings his characters. Erotic Yashke primarily unusually - not ustyzhus not fear to write - the good, and it is - a rarity and thus value. As well as joy. I recently read that the joy is cruel, and I thought that is the case, but believed it long because gazed Yashke work. As well as the red color can be cold and warm, joy can be cruel and kind. Last - rarely.

Joy! Such joy, like Yashke now no one else has. It absorbs avidly as deficient in the body vitamin. There are artists, essentially devoid of the fear of life, do not allow the dark colors, but for a long time to look at them - as it is in large quantities sweet. Painting Yashke joyful, not because there is no darkness, but because the very white sheen is due to the black neighborhood. The horror of life is not suspended, never recedes completely and sometimes finds himself right. Among the paintings a frivolous name "Zinaida without panties" is such where the prostrate body of yesterday's butterfly has affected the expansion, it has absorbed death. Terrible hunted look at self-portrait of 1989, when the artist was apparently on the rise of success. We precious joy than those who saves himself, who does not want to know about the reality - their joy is not comforting, and they do not get a real joy. Our brother who is able to rejoice "in the breath of the plague." For what is not art as a feast in time of plague. Yashke himself wrote:

Joy remained
I can share: has not urinate
silent picture writing

The ability to express joy in Yashke closely associated with the very essence of such qualities as charm. One of the definitions can be a major, picturesque - that is what "makes the dirtiest things sparkle, poverty makes luxury." Picturesque quality in Yashke expressed extreme. Remaining within the picturesque style, it works, as already noted, in many ways, but can be distinguished body of work, so to say "brand." The manner in which it is most expressed what it is for me. There is freedom, a sense of equal value all forms of life, the value of nothing. There's luxury designs on dirty wallpaper, sun spots, bird feathers. It vibrates and pulsates light smear. There's a blue sky and the sea glittering between the dark tree trunks intertwined. There's confusion and distress, all crowded - how he manages joy without the sweetness and overabundance that is not perceived as congestion, excess, talkativeness. Rapidly overgrown bush (if Peer perhaps discover the cat's face or Susanna and the Elders) running area of ​​the garden, God knows what angle the Crimean cluttered yard, cluttered room. It is the disorder in which the owner knows where everything is. Confusion as freedom. Confusion as comfort. Disorder as a luxury.

"Luxury, peace, sensuality - tell someone. - So, we do not know Matisse? "Yes, but Matisse plane, Yashke - usually big. Matisse offers a breathtakingly beautiful, but entirely conventional, fully established art world Yashke - the real world. Here's naked girlfriend calmly sat on the bed of the room, where the bed is the only non-cluttered space. Aragon writes about home Matisse: "Go through these chambers in Simiaze, full of things, fabrics, marble countertops, colored draperies." By lair Yashke walk impossible, it just something twenty feet, and what it is complete, you can imagine.

In Yashke luxurious even moving crowd closeup (usually the subject of satire) - like a bouquet of flowers.

I wanted to make a line epigraph: "He understood the beauty of being mysteriously," but felt - did not match no meaning and tone, for it is too solemn, classical, too. More suitable for another, albeit fairly shabby same phrase Akhmatova: "If only you knew, from what rubbish ...".

The above-described manner Yashke came after it, I'm sorry, "was Mitiok." In this community came relatively late - he did not belong to the company, setting up the team, and he's older than them - they took it for special achievements in the field of painting. I am afraid, will be against Yashke, (no one likes to be bound contemporaries, especially the younger), but, of course, friendly environment, "Mitkovskaya culture", not absorbing the one hand relaxed, focused on the other (first moves to and fro), his creativity. Belonging to the community in this case is not leveled, but, on the contrary, contribute to the identification of individuality. Since then, his painting has become a vigorous flowering. Not that the above work has been worse, but there was this freedom, expression, sometimes daring, mischief, irony. All this represents the signature-bow, flashed in his early works, in 1988 anchored. There are techniques (eg, injected into the picture half-typed, half-written text), and plots (Zinaida in company with Pushkin) right Mitkovskaya. Although you never know who he was giving greetings in his works: though Dufy, as certified in plain text directly in the picture. If you can at least make a portrait in the style of Clouet, though Rembrandt, if you are a master, a virtuoso, it can be any number of humorous and ironic, in the spirit of primitivism. "Mitek whether Yashke?" Yashke - an artist that has something to say. And about Mitkovskaya culture too. (Love Gurevich)