15.10.09 – 15.11.09
Leonid Tishkov
LIGHT ALL AROUND
To Vsevolod Nekrasov
The poet Vsevolod Nekrasov came to every one of my exhibitions. Instead of attending the opening ceremonies he used to come later, all alone, and examine the display. I was later told that Seva Nekrasov had visited the gallery, scrutinized everything, liked something and disapproved of something else. He once wrote a large poem about my Private Moon. At the latest exhibition the House of Artist he singled out The Starry Sky in Shoe Boxes especially: he liked those black cardboard boxes pierced by shining stars very much. Now that the autumn of 2009 is here, and we have “September and October both ending in ber,” the time has come for another show of mine. But my special rare guest, the poet Vsevolod Nekrasov, won’t be able to attend it for the obvious reason: “one cannot stay here,” on the ski-track because one has “to see the sky”. That’s why I have made an exhibition, with Vsevolod Nekrasov present again. He’ll be Here and Now. Here are his poems. Here are his skies. Here is his moon. Here is his light. Light is all around, and in the center of light is a tiny dot – the celestial skier Seva – light and all.
“This is all.
All and nothing else.
All and nothing else.
And everything’s fine.
And everything’s fine.
All and everything.”
Leonid Tishkov
LIGHT ALL AROUND
To Vsevolod Nekrasov
The poet Vsevolod Nekrasov came to every one of my exhibitions. Instead of attending the opening ceremonies he used to come later, all alone, and examine the display. I was later told that Seva Nekrasov had visited the gallery, scrutinized everything, liked something and disapproved of something else. He once wrote a large poem about my Private Moon. At the latest exhibition the House of Artist he singled out The Starry Sky in Shoe Boxes especially: he liked those black cardboard boxes pierced by shining stars very much. Now that the autumn of 2009 is here, and we have “September and October both ending in ber,” the time has come for another show of mine. But my special rare guest, the poet Vsevolod Nekrasov, won’t be able to attend it for the obvious reason: “one cannot stay here,” on the ski-track because one has “to see the sky”. That’s why I have made an exhibition, with Vsevolod Nekrasov present again. He’ll be Here and Now. Here are his poems. Here are his skies. Here is his moon. Here is his light. Light is all around, and in the center of light is a tiny dot – the celestial skier Seva – light and all.
“This is all.
All and nothing else.
All and nothing else.
And everything’s fine.
And everything’s fine.
All and everything.”
