Leonid Tishkov
ARTIST's HOME
(objects)
04.09.08 - 05.10.08
opening reception 04.09.2008
At first it was simply supposed to be a show of Leonid Tishkov's new paintings. The painter was preparing for the exhibition, painting pictures and hanging them out on the wall of his studio next to his previous paintings. The pictures felt themselves comfortable, they seemed even accustomed to their places over the painter's sofa, on the rug among the clock and the postcards. And so when it was time to move to the exhibition, they found they couldn't leave their good old friends: the sagging sofa; the pillow the painter's head had been sleeping above and dreaming about lots of strange creatures; the rag boy-doll made from old clothes; the cozy silk dabloids; the velvet land divers; the bent-wood chair with splashes of paint (the artist had been using it instead of an easel); the table with books on it; and the lamp illuminating the pictures.
And lots of other things that can be found at the artist's home moved one after the other following the pictures.
"But what right do they have to do this?" - you will ask.
Who needs this second-hand hat and father's cloak, these boots, lost buttons, microscope and broken bookstand? But what if these things are the treasures that form the real artist's universe he lives in and where he writes his fantastic stories. Everything he was surrounded with, everything that he touched moving from place to place and forming fanciful combinations was showing him its divine nature. And all of these things helped him create his pictures from void.
That's why the pictures didn't want to leave their old friends and invited them to the exhibition. Not all of them, certainly, still you can't cram the entire house into the gallery, but at least the smallest of them.
So now the exhibition seems to be like the artist's home, and visitors will come to the gallery as if they are visiting Leonid Tishkov. They will take a rest on the sofa, leaf through the books, drink some tea from the artist's cup and go on. And the pictures: Well, what about the pictures? Leave them on the walls where they please to the eyes. That is what they are hung for.
Translated by Anton Somin
WORKS FROM THE PROJECT 
A man carries his heart
A bag on the chair
Dabloid Sign
Dabloid lies in the pit
Dabloid
Diver
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