In the art museums of Russia, women sit in the galleries and guard the collections. When you look at the paintings and sculptures, the presence of the women becomes an inherent part of viewing the artwork itself. I found the guards as intriguing to observe as the pieces they watch over. In conversation they told me how much they like being among Russia’s great art. A woman in Moscow’s State Tretyakov Gallery Museum said she often returns there on her day off to sit in front of a painting that reminds her of her childhood home. Another guard travels three hours each day to work, since at home she would just sit on her porch and complain about her illnesses, “as old women do.” She would rather be at the museum enjoying the people watching, surrounded by the history of her country.
1. Stroganov Palace, Russian State Museum
2.Matisse Still Life, Hermitage Museum
3.Konchalovsky’s Family Portrait, State Tretyakov Gallery
4. Veronese’s Adoration of the Shepherds, Hermitage Museum
5. Rublev and Daniil’s The Deesis Tier, State Tretyakov Gallery
6. Michelangelo’s Moses and the Dying Slave, Pushkin Museum
7.Malevich’s Self Portrait, Russian State Museum
8. Nesterov’s Blessed St Sergius of Radonezh, Russian State Museum
9. Petrov-Vodkin’s Bathing of a Red Horse, State Tretyakov Gallery
10. Kugach’s Before the Dance, State Tretyakov Gallery
Perfecto como un cristal
Robert Walser, Mikrogramme
Cuando nos muestre la tarde su rostro
que de un modo delicado hasta el extremo
trae dolor al corazón
que demasiado bello, demasiado rico en significado
como para comprenderlo por entero,
entonces demonos la mano con placer.
Rosados se muestran árboles y paredes,
y el río es como un saludo.
Nuestro entorno se convierte en pintura
y nosotros nos miramos como figuras
de un libro extraño.
En la corriente un cisne se deja
mecer por las ondas temblorosas
gozoso nosotros volamos juntos
hasta que la tranquila noche que se acerca
de término a nuestro día,
que aún no rodeará, nos sonreirá
cuando llegue el tiempo de dormirnos.
Pequeños e imperceptibles cambios
I’m tired of seeing white people treating poor countries as if they were their very special emotional playground.
Racists travel to under developed countries under the guise of ‘appreciating their culture’ or ‘searching for themselves’ (whatever that means) or any other seemingly thoughtful premise.. They enjoy the ‘exotic’ foods, marvel at the ‘exotic’ landscapes, snap photos (without asking first) of those very ‘exotic’ natives.
They have profound revelations about how in the western world we have much more commodities than necessary, and how these poor rural simpletons are so happy with the little they own, cause they’re blissful savages, much less complex than the average white US citizen.
Some of them even manage to say utterly disrespectful stuff (e.g.’oh look at these people living in the middle of nowhere’ (cameron diaz) or that ‘they defecate in the woods ‘hunched like animals’ (drew barrymore) and the worst part is, they don’t even seem to realize.
… Then they go back to their countries, with a serious white savior complex, and show all their relatives photos those wonderful, smiling exotic natives, just before complaining about illegal immigrants taking all their jobs.
Man Ray, Matisse, Bonnard, Duchamp, Breton, Cocteau, Joyce, Benjamin, Beauvoir - photographs by Gisèle Freund.
Los Laberintos del amor
Nada más es necesario
En la brecha
Principio y fin