Duplicated for those who do not understand art


Duplicated for those who do not understand art


Last week, Nadezhda Shulga painted an oil painting for the first time in her life and played the piano with one hand for the first time in her life! Nadya, well done!!! She asked me so many times to paint nature, that she eventually went ahead and painted it herself.

It turns out that in the first version of the painting “Unexpected” the main character was a woman, a Narodovoltsy revolutionary! This was a smaller version, later Repin painted a larger one with a man – the one everyone knows.
And the first version is kept in the Tretyakov Gallery but it is not displayed.
Well, as everyone knows. In general, Russian and Ukrainian artists are hardly known outside their countries. There seems to be one painting by Repin in the Metropolitan Museum of NY and a few in the Orsay, but that’s almost nothing, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they are all in storage.
Here people know Rublev, the Russian avant-garde (Malevich, Kandinsky, Chagall), but nobody (except professionals) knows Shishkin, Levitan, Vasnetsov, Surikov, Savrasov. Despite the fact that many of them studied in Europe and worked from there. Remember Ivanov and his “The Appearance of Christ Before the People”.
Now I’m googling why. They write that the French considered Russian art of that era something akin to journalism in oil. Like, using the canvas as a platform to preach morals, tell stories, expose social injustices. Social drama, suffering peasants, harsh winter landscapes, and execution scenes – all this seemed frightening to Americans. Kind of like Dostoevsky in oil. How can you hang that above a fireplace?


Well, here’s my first blonde horse //
My first blonde horse

A few days ago, I decided to Google whether Astor Piazzolla’s music would be performed anywhere nearby, and saw that this very weekend, close by in Strathmore, there is a Tango After Dark show featuring Piazzolla’s music, accompanied by an Argentine orchestra and Argentine tango dancers. Really cool, but I didn’t bring any recordings here.
While Googling what this exotic instrument the local soloist was playing – the bandoneon – I stumbled upon a very very very cool concert of Mario Pietrodarchi accompanied by the Minsk Orchestra. This concert occupies the top five spots in the most popular recordings of the Belarusian State Chamber Orchestra – just go to popular and listen to everything, all of it’s great. You’ve probably already heard Libertango and Oblivion without me, they are ubiquitous, so I’m attaching Angel’s Dance (Milonga del angel) in the comments.

Finish or quit?😹

Just a normal day
So I decided to fry some eggs. I grab the frying pan, and it asks me, “Which floor?”. Unfazed, I pull a piano out of my pocket and press the brake pedal. Suddenly, a flight attendant pops out of the oven and politely asks: “Tea, coffee, or hold a brick?”. I chose the brick, because it was checkered blue and smelled of spring.
I step out onto the balcony and see — instead of a courtyard, there’s an ocean of kefir. I get into a submarine, start the chainsaw, and then a traffic cop on a dolphin stops me. He whistles into a cucumber and says:
— Why are you without a panama hat in a public place?
I show him my passport, but instead of a photo, there’s a dressed herring. He bursts into tears of joy, gifts me a cactus, and flies away on an umbrella towards Syzran.
I go back inside, wanting to put the cactus in a vase, but the vase has married a vacuum cleaner and left on a honeymoon to the mezzanine. Well, I spit, wiped the sweat away with a towel, but it turned out to be the neighbor’s cat. The cat meowed, turned into 18 rubles in a single coin, and rolled under the sofa.
I approach it, get in the elevator, sit down on a bicycle, start a motorcycle, then bang, a conductor comes up to me and says, “Sir, give up your seat”. And I say I don’t smoke. Then this kid starts crying! But I didn’t lose my cool, and hit him on the face, and he grabs his knee and screams: “My back! My back!”
I exit this electric train,
and see, there’s a minibus standing there. Well, I approach and say: “Winston Blue and 0.5 vodka”. But it gives me Bond and beer. I take this prima and moonshine, and run away from those cops! Then these firefighters caught up with me in an ambulance! Caught up and say: “You forgot your change!”. So, I take a kilogram of apples and head to the market to trade.
I bring them, haven’t even set out these bananas, right then an old lady runs up and buys all the peaches, and tells me to put them in a small bag! And I think, she’s totally insane, how am I supposed to put 20 watermelons into her bag?! I took the money and went home! Never went to the forest again… didn’t touch mushrooms… even quit smoking.

Well, now I too can write about Bugonia! A good comedy! Hmm. About the ability to communicate. What else to watch from Lanthimos? He is great!

Miami police and a sign next to it


Let’s be honest about the art market (and why the prices there are insane).
Actually, there’s no mystery to it. It works somewhat like NFTs, only with a longer history and a better reputation.
The scheme is simple:
You take an item that hasn’t been on the market in this form yet (a painting, sculpture, installation — doesn’t matter). You call it an “important artifact”. It helps if you have connections — galleries, auction houses, billionaire collectors. If you don’t have connections, then find someone who does and sell the cow to them. Since uniqueness is required, there will be no paintings of bears in a pine forest, no matter how brilliantly they are done. There will be something distinct.
The very notion of “this is a painting/sculpture” — is just a convenient formality. The main thing is that the object can be incorporated into the already established art trading system.
Art is such — one of the most convenient ways to “optimize” taxes and move large sums of money. Paid 18 million euros for someone else’s work, and then someone “on your side” bought some of your work for the same 18 million. Virtually no money was really lost (just taxes), and now in catalogs and rankings, two works are each priced at 18 million. The price can be pushed up by selling them cascadingly. Win-win. Auctions are just in on the deal. Further, if you donate this work to a museum for charity, you can even cut more taxes. But it can also be sold. And here’s why.
Currently, there are simply too many free funds in the world. The number of billionaires and their wealth is growing faster than the availability of truly rare assets (real estate, companies, gold, etc. have all been divided already).
Art is one of the few markets where “scarcity” can still be created literally out of nowhere.
If you have access to a hundred such wealthy simpletons and you can tell stories (“this is an investment for 20-30 years, it will only increase”), then selling is purely a technical matter. Two or three interested parties = bidding already starts, and already you see +50-100% to the price.
Over time, real cases appear: someone bought in 2000 for 2 million, sold in 2024 for 80 million.
These cases are used to convince the next buyers. New buyers with their money confirm and amplify these cases. The cycle is closed.
Result: the rise in prices in the top segment of art is directly tied to the increase in the number of super-rich and their capital. As soon as a serious global crisis occurs and the extra trillions stop being printed/earned, and the pyramid collapses, the market will very quickly show where there was real cultural value, and where it was just a beautiful financial scheme.
P.S. This doesn’t mean at all that all contemporary art is a bubble. There are works that are really important historically and culturally. It’s just that at the very top of the price pie, cultural value has long ceased to be the main driver.
But at the summit of Olympus of the most expensive paintings of classic genius solitaries, there will never be, because galleries and dealers need artists who can produce 20-50 works a year to satisfy demand, organize exhibitions in five capitals simultaneously, and maintain turnover. Artists like Lopez Garcia, Odd Nerdrum, or Ron Mueck make unique pieces that will become especially valuable only after the artist dies.
