Publications by tag: пусть говорят

Claude Monet wrote hundreds of letters and gave dozens of interviews. But he never expounded the theories of art and never taught others how to live. He wrote about weather, color of the sky, about his daily wins and the despair, told his wife how he loved her, worried about the children, about the flowers in his garden. When Claude Monet was asked to write the foreword to the catalogue of…

Malevich, as well as his work, didn’t leave anyone untouched. If he was spoken of, then it was done with awsome aspiration or with unconcealed hostility. It was so in his lifetime, and the decades after his death it remains the same.

Valentin Serov was not very eloquent. Being able to say with one picture more than some writers with a complete collection of works, he did not scatter words. Others did it for him — fortunately, there were always enough admirers of his talent.