When she said they were living in paradise but it was boring ,that was so true of so many artists ,the success they seek can take them to exactly the place that destroys them as artists .
THE LIGHT PRESERVED IN THE INSTALLATION for Ilya and Emilia Kabakov there will be light coming from no direction not even from the sun or the midnight one preserved in the installation who can say by what method snow is falling outside the temporary windows by no method at all a single light bulb and white rainbows flooding the scene you think you remember though you are not from that country but suddenly the names of all lost things are calling your name as you stand there as they did once in school or sainthood, taking attendance the soft light diffusing what you knew of yourself flown into an expansive space with your half wing fluttering where have you come from they ask you in the corridors as if they knew themselves the children whispering, the answer that is floating away. and are just testing out on you, the nonenity, a potential new play. your insistence on the colour of summers then. mary angela douglas 24 april 2019
When she said they were living in paradise but it was boring ,that was so true of so many artists ,the success they seek can take them to exactly the place that destroys them as artists .
Simply marvellous. Thank you.
Merci, c'est toujours un plaisir d'entendre I. et E. Kabakov.
Great! I wish I could have such a big studio! Really nice and artistic!
i saw them on the Behind The Artist Series, they are Simply amazing artist and thank for this video
Particolare! Particularly insight of a human mind or of human kind? Bravissimo e Grazie.
THE LIGHT PRESERVED IN THE INSTALLATION
for Ilya and Emilia Kabakov
there will be light
coming from no direction
not even from the sun
or the midnight one
preserved in the installation
who can say
by what method
snow is falling outside
the temporary windows
by no method at all
a single light bulb
and white rainbows
flooding the scene
you think you remember
though you are not
from that country
but suddenly
the names of all lost things
are calling
your name
as you stand there
as they did once
in school or sainthood,
taking attendance
the soft light diffusing
what you knew
of yourself
flown into an expansive space
with your half wing fluttering
where have you come from
they ask you in the corridors
as if they knew themselves
the children whispering,
the answer that is floating away.
and are just testing out
on you, the nonenity,
a potential new play.
your insistence on the colour of summers then.
mary angela douglas 24 april 2019
GSSR art it'd impossibly fused with colours and effective Kandinsky's relativement taste.
♥️
That's too short of a video about them.
Wow
history have tendency to repeat itself