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The closest one to our Sun. You can't see it with the naked eye. It's far away for us. And at the same time close. With flashes and oscillations and radiation in all ranges of the electromagnetic spectrum.
An unsteady star and fickle, as it should be. It looks too dull in the sky. It abruptly changes its brightness, its luster, its energy explodes, in the upper layers where the atmosphere.
There are planets all around it. Lifeless at first sight. But anything can be. The triple star system. It is alive in its own way. But the one closest to the Sun, it's as if it's alone, accidentally being there. A quirk rare in nature, exotic, mysterious Proxima.
I had one funny situation as a kid. I visited my mother's parents at summer. There wasn't much fun in the village but I'd like to point out, my grandfather was very good at playing cards. I was school-aged at the time and I started playing cards, too. Knowing that, my grandfather suggested playing.
It was a nice, warm evening, we sat down at the table, my grandfather shuffled a deck of cards and we started. The game was simple, I understood the rules despite my young age. In the end, we played all night.
I remembered that story for life. Grandfather did not cheat, everything was fair, he won 54 times, I won 8 times.
I talk about what is inherent in each of us, absolutely, without exception. It doesn't matter who you are or where you live, your profession or hobby. I'm talking about character. There are so many people, so many differences, but exist and many coincidences. Someone by nature is very calm and balanced in the soul, and someone, is the exact opposite, explosive, fast, impatient, sometimes aggressive. One man go with the flow, in this life, another, against the current. But there are funny cases when a person combines seemingly incompatible things. It's like ice and flame.
Pierre Soulages, Peinture 130 x 102 [130] cm, 14 octobre 1980 [7 novembre 2022], Huile sur toile, 130 x 102 [130] cm - 51 3/8 x 40 3/8 [51 3/8] in, Collection privée
Erik Olson (1901-1986) - Red dominant (1930). Private collection. Shown at the temporary exhibition "Art+Machine Rising Contenders of the 1920s" at the Sven-Harry's Art Museum, Stockholm, summer 2023.
I am not a skeptic in this question, moreover, due to the recent events that we are witnessing, it seems that they have long been among us.
Often going back to the nineties, remembering the rich colors that mottled everywhere, about the excitement that was in many areas of life, the good and bad aspects, I want to focus attention on the spirit of freedom and competition that was in the those time. It was a time of discoveries, new opportunities and trends. As a teenager I felt it in a special way, living every day with hopes for the best. There were many negative moments, but also positive ones, and they were bright, colorful, memorable for a long time. It was a special time. Especially for those who were just beginning their lives, the whole generation absorbed the open world that was emerging.
Barnett Newman, Who's Afraid of Red, Yellow, and Blue [Pink] IV, 1969-70, Oil on canvas, 274 x 603 [274] cm, Nationalgalerie, Berlin
Rogers Stirk Harbour + Partners (RSHP), Saving the city, Biennale di Architettura - Reporting from the front, 2016, Venezia
I probably should be doing something more productive this afternoon—like sorting papers or washing the hall floor but I seem to be having much more fun playing with my buddy, Photoshop. After several hours of fiddling with pictures the other day, I told Norm Photoshop is like giving a kid a colouring book but the kid never gets bored.
So as I was working on these ‘film reels’ I started thinking of how we used to go to the movies on Saturday nights quite often. We haven’t done that for quite some time primarily because we like having the theatre to ourselves during a Matinee.
But I definitely remember when I thought that it was exciting to go to the movies on Saturday night and the outdoor lights of the theatre made it seem as if every night was a premiere.
These days I much prefer watching Netflix in a recliner wearing my p.j.’s.
Sheesh, I’ve become the quintessential fuddy duddy.
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That was my first exit from the body. An anxious, childish dream. When you feel and realize yourself and the body, but you can't control anything at all. In part, I even saw the surrounding reality while in bed. There was even fear, not very strong, but was, plus very strange sensations. Light penetrated through the half-open eyelids, it was a streetlight on the road, it lit the street, and part of light entered the house through the window. And I immersed myself in the unknowing.
In my dream, there was a huge metal sphere; it was simply not of real size, with a smooth polished surface, and I was a small metal ball, like from a bicycle bearing. And I was flying around in this sphere in a circle without coming into contact with its surface. Because of the size of this sphere, I was tiny. This sphere had neither beginning nor end. At the same time I felt a void inside me, because I was practically gone, only this small metal ball, in infinite motion, in an infinite sphere. At a certain point, I began to amuse myself, like any child, because children like big toys, they make children seem like adults. I knew there was no way out, I wasn't controlling anything, so the only sensible solution at that point was to agree with what I saw, felt, to dive into a deeper sleep. Through the light and sounds of the street, warmed under a warm blanket, flying in space, I disappeared.
Ragnhild Keyser (1889-1943) - Untitled (1926). In the Tangen collection, Kunstsilo, (Norway). Shown at the temporary exhibition "At arms length: One hundred years of Nordic art" at the Artipelag Arts Center, Gustavsberg, summer 2023.
Keyser was one of the Scandinavian students at Fernand Léger's Académie Moderne. Like her friend Ragnhild Kaarbø, another of Léger's Norwegian students, she was discouraged by the hostility of the Norwegian cultural establishment towards abstract art. Although she tried to change her style to more conservative landscape painting her best work came from those years in Paris, when she was also most productive.
It was early spring. The city lived by unusual laws, there were many strange things, empty streets, weather like for this place and gradually the puzzle was forming into a single, previously unseen picture of the new reality. We can not say that the city froze, he continued to live, but not as before. So many expectations, so many surprises.
The weather was still cool, but everyone had the inner feeling of the approaching long-awaited warmth in heart. And the city, in harmony with the feelings of the citizens, also wanted to dump dust storms, sharp gusts of wind, the caustic smell of burning wood and breathe in the freshness of the coming summer, when on crowded streets, people full of hope and joy, will be running on their little business, when everything has it’s rhythm, works like clockwork and everyone knows own place.
The city greedily breathed, the sky was clean again, but something suggested how was, now will not be, it will be a new turn for everyone.
Peter Freudenthal (b. 1938) - Nikanor (1972). In the collection of Marika and CG Wachtmeister, shown at the temporary exhibition "Heartbrain" at Liljevalchs Art Gallery, Stockholm, March-September 2024.
Pierre Soulages, Peinture 163 x 181 [163] cm, 17 Décembre 2004 [7 Novembre 2022], 2004, [2022], Acrylique sur toile en triptyque [diptyque], 163 x 181 [163] cm, Collection privée
Couched threads, glued, lacquered and embroidered seed beads on paper. 2024. Professionally framed black edge frame, UV glass, 18.5" x 16.5"
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I've never been a good salesman, probably because I've always worked for someone. When a person defines his path in life, there are always certain difficulties. My path was no exception.
And to some extent, everything about commerce pushed me away. A mass of outdoor advertising, an announcer offering to buy a product from a TV screen and a voice on a radio station advertising a product.
It reminded me a funnel we all voluntarily fell into.
I was never against useful information and honest attitude towards the buyer. But my view of life prompted me to choose what I'm really interested in. To take only what will be a tool for me to achieve goals.
So on a certain day I decided to play with this crazy mix of offers and needs. Not the way I'm offered, but the way I want to.
Untitled Composition (#14) 2012
Acrylic and Oil on Canvas
30 " x 40" x 2.5"
Signed and dated on Verso
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My fresh interview for new graffiti magazine - "GROW UP", issue 2, 2016 /
Мое свежее интервью для нового и молодого Graffiti Magazine GROW UP, issue 2, (2016)
Dear GROW UP I wish prosperity, the set the high speed, the expected demand and great product reviews! / Желаю GROW UP процветания, набора высоких оборотов, ожидаемого спроса и замечательных отзывов!
Spring came into it’s own, though not in the usual way. The weather changed, people and their reality changed. More and more often the sun appeared, it was still not much warm, but for nature it was like a sip of clean water, fresh sea wind, renewal in all aspects. Nobody paid much attention to it, because it was always like that and no matter what man did, this process will be repeated again and again.
But is it really so? Are we able to appreciate what we have, to save it and to multiply it, not destroyed it, but created.
Spring was awakening and I wanted to cover myself with it, to be imbued with every new leaves on tree, bright, contrasting, fascinating colours of flowers. To be closer to what we pay little attention to, considering it a simple everyday thing.
Whew. I wish it didn't take me the same amount of time to complete a small piece as a large one. That said, I am happy with the end result!
Untitled Composition Number 16
Bryce Hudson
24" x 24" x 2.5"
Oil and Acrylic on Canvas
2012
The abstraction continues to independent designs on the sides of the piece, it is more or less a wall sculpture :-)
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It was late at night, I stood on the balcony and looked up at the sky. The stars seemed dim, and it made me feel weird. There were lots of clouds, and they made the stars muted. The painting was surreal. But still, there was no anxiety or fear.
Suddenly, a luminous dot began to move in the sky. That day, a satellite was launched and this information was everywhere in the media. Nothing unusual, the first thought in my head. But gradually the luminous dots became more and more, they moved in a well-defined orbit, sometimes at different distances from each other, sometimes close, sometimes farther away. Slowly, one after another, at different intervals, they flew through the sky into the dark clouds.
Some glowed and did not flicker, some gave themselves extra speed and began to glow brighter. The stars didn't look real, they seemed like satellites hanging in the sky.
There seemed to be something up there other than satellites, it watching both them and us. It was as if something had changed inside, another world had been born. It was easy, unexpected, few people understood it at that time. That's how we got to the next level. We opened the doors without knowing what was coming next.