torek, 12. januar 2010


Vladimir Kush je ruski slikar in kipar, ki opredeljuje svojo umetnost kot metaforični realizem.
Prilagam še avtobiografijo, več o njem pa lahko najdete na na tem linku.

Vladimir Kush
My American odyssey.

I was born on March 29, 1965 in Russia, in small one-storeyed wooden house on the northern edge of Moscow, near the forest-park Sokolniki where in patriarchial times Russian Tsars were engaged in falconry.

My career as an artist began when I was a child of 3 or 4.

My father was a scientist, but everyone on his side of the family used to draw all the time. I remember, how in the long winter evenings I used to sit on my father's lap finishing his drawings: boy running on skis, an old man walking by with the cane...

Just then came to me the sensation of huge open spaces - I knew that beyond the nearby wood the snow-covered great Russian plain stretched on, unimpeded, for thousands of kilometers. And I conceived a dream to absorb the space into myself, to reach the edge of the earth- in the north, where the White Sea begins, or on the south, where Black Sea - Pontus Euxinus of Ancient Greeks - laps the steppes.

At the age of 7, I attended two schools, The first half of the day I went to regular high school. The second half was spent in the art classes until 9 p.m. While riding the subway for one and a half hours each way, I did my home-work for the regular school.

Art school was a world of a new inspiration. The class I attended allowed total artistic freedom. I learned much about the famous Renaissance painters, impressionists, post-impressionists, and contemporary artists. Here I painted my first surreal picture.

When I was 17, I took difficult exams and entered Moscow Art Institute.

When I was 18, I entered into a mandatory two-year stint of military service. After six months of infantry training, the commander of my unit decided that better use could be made of me painting murals and big canvases. Of course, I had to include military elements in these romantic or even fantastic landscapes. In one of those paintings, a radio transmitter was put on top of iceberg in the middle of an ocean.

In 1987, I began selling my paintings and exhibiting with the Union of Artists. At that time, I was invited to paint a series of portraits for the U.S. Embassy staff. I eventually had to curtail my work on these portraits after the KGB became suspicious of my involvement with Americans.

My father's influence at that time was enormous. He said that in ancient Greeve, art and math were considered alike. A mathematician, my father taught me that the plot of a painting must be like a code for solving a task, and as such, must crystal clear to capture the essence of a subject.

I had a successful show in Germany in 1990 with two other Russian Artists. I then flew to Los Angeles, where I had sent 20 of my recent works for a showing. This was a beginning of my American odyssey.

The dream about the wanderings across the wide open spaces, eventually brought me to the Hawaiian island of Maui - the World Navel, there the infinity of Great Ocean merges into the infinity of bottomless Cosmos. The "umbilical cord" connecting these open spaces, could be seen from windows of my shouse- it is a super-telescope through which the mankind for the first time saw the most ancient spots of our universe- places where drops of space condensing, turn into drops of time...

ponedeljek, 04. januar 2010


Milorad Pavić (Beograd, 15. oktober 1929. - Beograd, 30. november 2009) je bil znani srbski akademik in pisatelj, umetnostni zgodovinar specijaliziran za srbsko umetnost od 17. do 19. stoletja ter strokovnjak za barok in simbolizem. Prevajal je Puškina in Byrona ter predaval zgodovino kulture jugoslovanskih narodov na filozofski fakulteti v Beogradu. Bil je nominiran za Nobelovo nagrado na področju literature.
Njegov roman Hazarski rečnik izdan leta 1984 je prejel naziv prvi roman 21. stoletja.


Njegovo zapuščino tvorijo predvsem prozna dela, izdal pa je tudi 3 pesniške zbirke, ki so sedaj zbrane v eni knjigi z naslovom Anahoret u Njujorku: Pesme. In prav iz slednje vam ponujam eno.

Daimon Florae

Če me demon, nedolžen in strašan
povrne v lastne utrujene sanje,
prišel bom kot bog bogatejši za križ,
z lečno dušo bezga in cipres.
S spominom feniksa
in izkušnjo mrhovinarja.

Več o Miloradu Paviču najdete na tem linku-

Mirno morje, kapitan.