From the
artist's notes:
This is 1983. "My Colleagues." There also are "My Contemporaries," "My
Ancestors." Here, of course, is an USSR Union of Artists handbook,
exhibition tickets, briefly, all kind of accessories. But the main thing
is a bunch of obituaries hanging at the right. I often apologized to myself for this act. Was it really worth hanging up the obituaries? I don't
have anything against artists who have passed away, each lives the way life
is lived. But I was struck by the principle, the system applied to
artists. War veteran, member of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union,
participant in propagandist activities, active member of the Guild,
awarded certificates... Of course many were proud, considering that namely
this was the true evaluation of their talent as an artist. But then for
me, and now for others, this appears funny and silly. Despite the farewell
promises of the group of comrades, the Party Committee, the Guild of
Artists, sometimes even of the Academy of Arts, it seems that these
artists never existed, they aren't there, they aren't... |
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