DON'T TELL MOM
NAMEGALLERY
Artists — Pyotr BelyI, Lisa Bobkova,
Sasha Braulov, Mascha Danzis,
Maxim Ima, Misha Marker
Curator — Zlata PavlovskaIa
30.06.2022 — 22.07.2022
NAMEGALLERY
Artists — Pyotr BelyI, Lisa Bobkova,
Sasha Braulov, Mascha Danzis,
Maxim Ima, Misha Marker
Curator — Zlata PavlovskaIa
30.06.2022 — 22.07.2022
don't tell mom
The world of childhood consists of semolina porridge for breakfast, the smell of mother’s perfume, red ribbed tights stretched on the heels, early winter rises. The world of childhood consists of dreams - about a big, adult world, where you yourself have the right to decide what is good and what is bad. There you don’t have to put on a hat in winter, get up from the table when you want, and not just when you’ve finished the hated cabbage soup; there you are, who already understood everything because you grew up.
When you are little, your world has not yet become complex and confusing. You often don’t understand why adults are silent when they should shout, and shout when it would be better to remain silent. In the taboo space of childhood, there is a tear hidden, which becomes a little stronger through each misunderstanding experienced.
The child begins to suspect something is wrong around the moment when that very desired game on a pirated disk gives an error during installation. When your friend no longer holds your hand at school. When you don't give a Valentine on Valentine's Day. When a sand ring no longer seems so tasty, and your favorite sneakers with luminous soles no longer seem so cool. You often want to look back and catch the moment when you first felt a little broken. Maybe next time there will be no scraped knees? Maybe I really wasn't looking at my feet well?
The exhibition space becomes a children's playground where artists, albeit adults, meet to relive that time once again. Abstract female figures in apocalyptic landscapes of monotypes on the canvases of Peter BelyI are memories of his childhood trips to the bathhouse. There, near the treasured soda fountains, there was a women's section, the curtain of which was opened from time to time due to the visitors scurrying back and forth and allowed one to look into such an alluring world of women's bodies. Sasha Braulov's naive and sweet embroidery takes the viewer back to carefree moments: to meetings with friends in the yard, to summer blue waves, sledding and skiing on crisp winter snow. The work “I have no one to play with - I play with the wall” by Maxim Ima will remind you of childhood loneliness, when there is only a ball and you. This process of “playing with the wall” would essentially mark the beginning of his work as a graffiti artist. Lisa Bobkova's installation will ask in a childish way - sincerely and directly - what toys do we use to play as adults? Mascha Danzis will show this adulthood through the eyes of a child, and the canvases of Misha Marker will remind us of the paralyzing feeling of helplessness with phrases and images that pop up in our heads with the voices of those adults in whose world we were locked when we were little.
When you are little, your world has not yet become complex and confusing. You often don’t understand why adults are silent when they should shout, and shout when it would be better to remain silent. In the taboo space of childhood, there is a tear hidden, which becomes a little stronger through each misunderstanding experienced.
The child begins to suspect something is wrong around the moment when that very desired game on a pirated disk gives an error during installation. When your friend no longer holds your hand at school. When you don't give a Valentine on Valentine's Day. When a sand ring no longer seems so tasty, and your favorite sneakers with luminous soles no longer seem so cool. You often want to look back and catch the moment when you first felt a little broken. Maybe next time there will be no scraped knees? Maybe I really wasn't looking at my feet well?
The exhibition space becomes a children's playground where artists, albeit adults, meet to relive that time once again. Abstract female figures in apocalyptic landscapes of monotypes on the canvases of Peter BelyI are memories of his childhood trips to the bathhouse. There, near the treasured soda fountains, there was a women's section, the curtain of which was opened from time to time due to the visitors scurrying back and forth and allowed one to look into such an alluring world of women's bodies. Sasha Braulov's naive and sweet embroidery takes the viewer back to carefree moments: to meetings with friends in the yard, to summer blue waves, sledding and skiing on crisp winter snow. The work “I have no one to play with - I play with the wall” by Maxim Ima will remind you of childhood loneliness, when there is only a ball and you. This process of “playing with the wall” would essentially mark the beginning of his work as a graffiti artist. Lisa Bobkova's installation will ask in a childish way - sincerely and directly - what toys do we use to play as adults? Mascha Danzis will show this adulthood through the eyes of a child, and the canvases of Misha Marker will remind us of the paralyzing feeling of helplessness with phrases and images that pop up in our heads with the voices of those adults in whose world we were locked when we were little.
