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To the Christian cycle. "View from window", 1988
Lyudmila Viktorovna Maksymchuk • Drawings and illustrations, 60×40 cm
Description of the artwork «To the Christian cycle. "View from window", 1988»
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The view FROM the WINDOW (fragment)
There is a window — so there is a house in which I live, temporarily or permanently. All permanent — in fact so temporary that it is difficult to imagine.
There is a house — so there's street where stands the house adjacent to other houses.
There is a street — so there is a town or village, where there is little or much of such streets and alleys - not so important. The important thing is that it follows...
Continuing linear series, turn to the vast space, almost geometrically: city — province — country — continent — the whole world! A world where I live, the world in which interesting or interesting to me, and who were interested in me.
More. I want this huge — and still finite in size and features the world — would be for me to be happy, Yes happy, despite all his woes and problems. It is not easy for me and for him. Combine in a temporary Alliance of this magnitude and so little because of the difficulty of achieving this goal, we are almost equal.
Although...
The world due to historical reasons, harder than me...
I find it easier.
And all for the same reason: I have a reference point — the view from the window.
He suggests:
The dawn — to-dusk.
Morning — evening.
Summer — winter.
Heat — cold.
Noise — silence...
And for Windows something is always happening:
Flying birds and planes.
Trees and grass.
Moving people and cars.
Flowing streams and rivers...
And further, further...
Trees and shrubs come in groves and forests.
Sprinkled with sand paths connect mentally with the deep Sands of the desert.
Rivers end traffic flow into lakes and seas, oceans.
People, cars, trains, ships, — especially so, written in one line, move towards each other and the creatures of our world, both natural and artificial, are so familiar that they became for me habitual.
The view FROM the WINDOW (fragment)
There is a window — so there is a house in which I live, temporarily or permanently. All permanent — in fact so temporary that it is difficult to imagine.
There is a house — so there's street where stands the house adjacent to other houses.
There is a street — so there is a town or village, where there is little or much of such streets and alleys - not so important. The important thing is that it follows...
Continuing linear series, turn to the vast space, almost geometrically: city — province — country — continent — the whole world! A world where I live, the world in which interesting or interesting to me, and who were interested in me.
More. I want this huge — and still finite in size and features the world — would be for me to be happy, Yes happy, despite all his woes and problems. It is not easy for me and for him. Combine in a temporary Alliance of this magnitude and so little because of the difficulty of achieving this goal, we are almost equal.
Although...
The world due to historical reasons, harder than me...
I find it easier.
And all for the same reason: I have a reference point — the view from the window.
He suggests:
The dawn — to-dusk.
Morning — evening.
Summer — winter.
Heat — cold.
Noise — silence...
And for Windows something is always happening:
Flying birds and planes.
Trees and grass.
Moving people and cars.
Flowing streams and rivers...
And further, further...
Trees and shrubs come in groves and forests.
Sprinkled with sand paths connect mentally with the deep Sands of the desert.
Rivers end traffic flow into lakes and seas, oceans.
People, cars, trains, ships, — especially so, written in one line, move towards each other and the creatures of our world, both natural and artificial, are so familiar that they became for me habitual.
