So summer is king.
I hope some of you can make it to Moscow on “the last Friday of leaving summer…” Below is the translation to the open invitation by a group of Stuckists in Moscow. They represent both the humility and triumph of painting so lacking in my country. Artists in New York City can learn a thing or two from this group of aficionados (I call them this with the highest respect). They post photos of their sessions. They learn together, drink together—plein air, cramped studio, critiquing each other with joy and enthusiasm. Shows in the woods, beside the canal, in the apartment. We Americans know nothing of painting camaraderie. Lonely business beggars locked down in the identity studio. I am so tired of existential art-think. Joy to the world! Thank you Russian painters!
Here is the Google translation to the invite above. Please go. I myself have…
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