Latest revision as of 12:10, 9 January 2017
One of my first memories in life – is the décor of lily-of-the-valley on my grandmother`s crêpe de chine dress, when she hold me during adenoidectomy. That moment that décor seemed to me the only thing that can save my life in the terror of sterile white interior of a hospital.
The saving vector of Beauty has long drawn in our vague reality, where the capacity of an individual for esthetic reflection is not actual any more. It has turned into an absent measure of things – as a human body used to be for a pile of clothes. If in the past earthly life was opposed by eternal life and Beaty was a bridge for salvation, then what can lie in the context of these seemingly sentimental and provocative reflections today? If Baroque art was born as a means of propaganda in the age or religious wars, what kind of art has to be born in the age of information wars?
Where will lead us today the search of a lost paradise, leaving which Adam and Eve for the first time thought how they looked like?..