In memory of Comrade: artist Irina Shekolyan 1960-2001

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Biography:
Shekolyan Garrievna Irina was born April 21, 1960 in Great Luke.
Since 1975 he po'1979. - A student of art-graphic separation Adygei Teacher School. H. Andruhaeva.
From 1979 to 1982 - the artist-designer Adygei Drama them. Pushkin Maikop.
From 1982 to 1985. - Head. decorative shop Drama Kemerovo.
From 1985 to 2001 - the artist and set designer Adygei Russian Drama Theatre Maikop.
Took part in exhibitions in Maikop, Labinsk and other cities.

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With sad eyes HARLEQUIN
All this is terribly sad. And the doomed woman's eyes on a portrait ... And the exhibition itself of its work four years after the death of ... And what is so unforgivable sooner ended her life ... Perhaps, Irina herself would cry at the opening, as it did her friend, classmate and colleague hudgrafu the theater, the initiator of the current exhibition Galina Burakova. It's sad what paintings, sketches, plays, costumes, poetry remained, but their author - Irina Shekolyan - no longer ...
Mixing of the public in one of the exhibition halls of the National Museum is not unusual. Of course, artists and theater people are not strangers to each other - after all the creative elite. But for such close communication of their feat, no doubt, a special occasion. Scenography - pro ¬ sions border and at the same time closely which are making masters of brush and litsedeev.
Irina has chosen her no chance. At 13, she first went to the theater: it was my mother's birthday gift. And ¬ loved him at first sight. Ira began to draw theater. So, as she saw him, it seems.
Then there was hudgraf Maikop State Teachers College and then the wings. It is only primed canvases, and a young, talented Casey Hachegogu already invited her to do set design for his directorial work. Inexperienced and hesitant Irina fearfully resisted, but the sketches done on the sly. The first "pancake" was not "lumpy", and praise inspires.
Jolly was a man or is it sad - the speakers at the opening ceremony of opinions diverged. They agreed in one thing - hard work and efficiency Ira were amazing. His hands are always in paints and oil, and the head full of ideas. She only had the most humble corner in the very noisy environment - and it could work.
- How did you come? - Surprised actors.
- And you do not bother me ...
Even on the contrary, they say, it was difficult to work alone. And this is puzzling, because of her paintings breathe is loneliness, a certain detachment, tragedy and depth. The depth of the man who realizes the imperfection of the world, to disagree with him and, apparently, has no power to resist this.
- She never knew how to stand up for themselves, - says Galina Burakou - "bang on the table with his fist" or something like that. But to live without the theater could not. It was her only medicine - she went head to work, and there was no limits of its imagination.
Casey Hachegogu even expressed the view that if Irina Shekolyan not gone the ties of life so early - only 41 years, today it probably would already know all of Russia. They say that when a visiting Moscow director Vadim Demin first saw her work, evaluated without any reservations:
- At the capital level is done.
But she was not destined to become a star. She died from the disease. And not all of her work waited for its "exhibition hours. They bought, they lose, they even stole ...
- Nothing - optimistically declared at the time Irina - but the memory of me people have left.
Memory actually remained very good.
- Despite the fact that Irina, undoubtedly a ¬ but exerts a strong influence on those with whom a number was, recalls Aslan Bezrukov, - she has never never been an obstacle, and even was once invisible.
Probably because (if one can estimate the artist on his canvases), which remained somewhere in another dimension. The depth of her work is beyond doubt. It is not only visual images but also in poetry. After all, Irina Shekolyan than a brush, pre ¬ red owned and style. Her poems are similar to her sad-eyed clowns and icon-painting likam - in them the same elusive search for truth, its one that can facilitate the relentless heartache ...
Today, friends Irina cherished dream to publish a separate collection of the best of its poetic heritage.
"Running on waves", "flying into the light" - those who knew Irina Shekolyan close, it gave rise not only a tendency toward literary comparisons:
- It was clear that her emotions are heightened, in an eternal quest, she wears his anguish ... These people will soon leave.
But what remains after them - their musical legacy - as a rule, live long and attracts people. Such a sad irony here.
Natalia Nikolaeva.

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THEATRE
                    
                          Such a sad and hopeless love
                          You, my nepredanny paradise I love
                          What does God only knows how the headboard
                          You weep for my sinful soul.
      
                          You are my only friend, do not leave,
                          You shame me, and joy and happiness and pain.
                          And let me lull the road with flowers
                          Or broken glass, but I'll be with you.

                          
                              Paints no - I write poetry.
                              I cast out the sins
                              From cursed my soul
                              She recorded and bright.
                              
                              As far as the shadow of my beautiful me!
                              Fine, and higher, and slimmer
                              Swaggering, movement, finding,
                              It creeps, and thinks that the snake
                                               Air
                               She's relatives.
                              She had forgotten about me
                              Only because I can not crawl!


                               Such ignorance and misery!
                              And suddenly an invisible hand
                              Just one-half inch of hair
                              Stroke pain, and you seriously
                              Would you believe that the angel here
                              And you killed, again risen.

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With sad eyes HARLEQUIN
All this is terribly sad. And the doomed woman's eyes on a portrait ... And the exhibition itself of its work four years after the death of ... And what is so unforgivable sooner ended her life ... Perhaps, Irina herself would cry at the opening, as it did her friend, classmate and colleague hudgrafu the theater, the initiator of the current exhibition Galina Burakova. It's sad what paintings, sketches, plays, costumes, poetry remained, and their author - Irina Shekolyan - no longer ...
Mixing of the public in one of the exhibition halls of the National Museum is not unusual. Of course, artists and theater people are not strangers to each other - after all the creative elite. But for such close communication of their feat, no doubt, a special occasion. Scenography - pro ¬ sions border and at the same time closely which are making masters of brush and litsedeev.
Irina has chosen her no chance. At 13, she first went to the theater: it was my mother's birthday gift. And ¬ loved him at first sight. Ira began to draw theater. So, as she saw him, it seems.
Then there was hudgraf Maikop State Teachers College and then the wings. It is only primed canvases, and a young, talented Casey Hachegogu already invited her to do set design for his directorial work. Inexperienced and hesitant Irina fearfully resisted, but the sketches done on the sly. The first "pancake" was not "lumpy", and praise inspires.
Jolly was a man or is it sad - the speakers at the opening ceremony of opinions diverged. They agreed in one thing - hard work and efficiency Ira were amazing. His hands are always in paints and oil, and the head full of ideas. She only had the most humble corner in the very noisy environment - and it could work.
- How did you come? - Surprised actors.
- And you do not bother me ...
Even on the contrary, they say, it was difficult to work alone. And this is puzzling, because of her paintings breathe is loneliness, a certain detachment, tragedy and depth. The depth of the man who realizes the imperfection of the world, to disagree with him and, apparently, has no power to resist this.
- She never knew how to stand up for themselves, - says Galina Burakou - "bang on the table with his fist" or something like that. But to live without the theater could not. It was her only medicine - she went head to work, and there was no limits of its imagination.
Casey Hachegogu even expressed the view that if Irina Shekolyan not gone the ties of life so early - only 41 years, today it probably would already know all of Russia. They say that when a visiting Moscow director Vadim Demin first saw her work, evaluated without any reservations:
- At the capital level is done.
But she was not destined to become a star. She died from the disease. And not all of her work waited for its "exhibition hours. They bought, they lose, they even stole ...
- Nothing - optimistically declared at the time Irina - but the memory of me people have left.
Memory actually remained very good.
- Despite the fact that Irina, undoubtedly a ¬ but exerts a strong influence on those with whom a number was, recalls Aslan Bezrukov, - she has never never been an obstacle, and even was once invisible.
Probably because (if one can estimate the artist on his canvases), which remained somewhere in another dimension. The depth of her work is beyond doubt. It is not only visual images but also in poetry. After all, Irina Shekolyan than a brush, pre ¬ red owned and style. Her poems are similar to her sad-eyed clowns and icon-painting likam - in them the same elusive search for truth, its one that can facilitate the relentless heartache ...
Today, friends Irina cherished dream to publish a separate collection of the best of its poetic heritage.
"Running on waves", "flying into the light" - those who knew Irina Shekolyan close, she gave birth not only a tendency toward literary comparisons:
- It was clear that her emotions are heightened, that in the eternal search, anguish, she wears a ... These people will soon leave.
But what remains after them - their musical legacy - as a rule, live long and attracts people. Such a sad irony here.
Natalia Nikolaeva.

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THEATRE
                    
                          Such a sad and hopeless love
                          You, my nepredanny paradise I love
                          What does God only knows how the headboard
                          You weep for my sinful soul.
      
                          You are my only friend, do not leave,
                          You shame me, and joy and happiness and pain.
                          And let me lull the road with flowers
                          Or broken glass, but I'll be with you.

                          
                              Paints no - I write poetry.
                              I cast out the sins
                              From cursed my soul
                              She recorded and bright.
                              
                              As far as the shadow of my beautiful me!
                              Fine, and higher, and slimmer
                              Swaggering, movement, finding,
                              It creeps, and thinks that the snake
                                               Air
                               She's relatives.
                              She had forgotten about me
                              Only because I can not crawl!


                               Such ignorance and misery!
                              And suddenly an invisible hand
                              Just one-half inch of hair
                              Stroke pain, and you seriously
                              Would you believe that the angel here
                              And you killed, again risen.