In paradise

Referring to the classics
Artists, like most artistic personalities, dislike their own kind, considering, of course, themselves the most talented and the most worthy of fame. The exception is the dead classics, which after death are awarded the genre of homage. "Tell me who your favorite artist is, and I'll tell you who you are" - such a test for himself and his colleagues was invented by Oleh Suslenko. This is his original card. The artistic world, the environment, like any other, on the one hand, is very diverse and peculiar. On the other - tight. The artist is forced to feet into the system of established relationships and hierarchies. For, as many noticed, in "art everything was already done before" . To say a new word, insert your five cents is almost impossible. To what all refer, as to due, because the epoch of "post", the epoch of the completion of modernism has long been declared - the time of talented compilers has come. The art did not die, but it stammered and repeated ... Even the "radicals" who, in their youth, manically sought out "secondary" in their colleagues' creations, finally accepted the fact that everything was secondary. If so, it is suggested to play with open cards - immediately warn what "stylistic subtleties" and who you borrowed, to put it mildly, from ...

Lviv 'artist Oleg Suslenko - a good stylist. That showed his previous project "Washing maсhine" - artistic, "hollow" abstract painting of the 'whatevernextone' generation. In contrast to the classical modernist abstraction, this is a beautiful picture and no more, a simulacrum in its pure form, not burdened by any metaphysical constructions ... Now, at last, Suslenko opened a cage of trump cards in his sleeve - his correspondence teachers. He imagined himself "In paradise", comparing with a reporter who was in paradise. There his idols got what they lacked in the earth life. Boyce, like Saint Francis, resides in an ecologically balanced paradise, talking with our lesser brothers. Basquia met Warhol and wasn't parted with him. De Kooning found Christ - such a brutal and humane as he had "seen it". Pollock writes with his own blood, splashing it onto the canvas right from the eyes. Frida Kahlo no longer feels pain, and Warhol stretched out "fifteen minutes of glory, which everyone has the right to claim" for an eternity …

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