... and no nails! (Book of poems by Mayakovsky) Painting

Large photographic portrait of a girl in red on red, stretched over a wooden frame. And from this photograph a new work was created with a surreal subtext, and a tribute to the great poet Vladimir Mayakovsky. But if you do not know the works of the poet, that's okay, in the picture you will see a world of fantasy and a stream of consciousness. This work received the third prize at the exhibition-competition "Female Image" in Moscow in 2020. "An extraordinary adventure that happened with Vladimir Mayakovsky in the summer at the dacha" In the hundred and forty-suns sunset glowed, in July rolling summer, was the heat, heat floating - at the dacha was it. Hill Pushkino горбил Акуловой the foot of the mountain, and the bottom of the mountain - the village was, quirked roofs of the bark. And for деревнею - hole, and in that hole, I guess, down the sun every time slowly and surely. And tomorrow again the world pour the sun rose Alo. And day after day terrible anger me here it is it became. And so one day разозлясь, fear everything faded, the emphasis " I said to the sun: "get off! rather hang around in the furnace!" "I said to the sun: "Fugitive! занежен in the clouds you, and here - don't know anyone winters, nor years, sit, draw posters!" "I said to the sun: "Wait a minute! listen, златолобо, so, without things go, to me the tea gone!" What have I done! I am lost! To me, good will, by itself,the spread the beam-the steps walking the sun in the field. I want to fear not show - and retire ass. Already in the garden of his eyes. Is already being garden. In Windows, in the door, in the gap,entered валилась the sun's mass, ввалилось; the spirit of translating, spoke in a bass: "Talking back I lights for the first time since сотворенья. You called me? Teas Goni, Goni, poet, jam!" Tear from the eyes of the heat crazy staring, but I told him - the samovar: "Well well, sit down, shining!" The devil pulled my insolence shout to him," confused, I sat down on the corner of the bench, I'm afraid - I will not come b worse! But a strange from the sun Yas spurting- and the power of forgetting, I sit, разговорясь with one of the luminaries of gradually. About that, about it speak, that de zaela Growth, and the sun: "Yeah, do not grieve, look at things simple! And me, you think, Shine easy. - Go and try! - And here you go - began to go, go and Shine in both!" They talked so before dark - to the former night that is. What darkness really here? On the "you" we are with him, quite освоясь. And soon, friendship is not Taya, slap on the shoulder of his I. And the sun too: "You and I, us, comrade, two! Let's go, poet, взорим, вспоем the world in grey trash. I will be the sun to shed its, and you are his, poems". Wall of shadows, nights prison under the suns double-barreled gun fell. Poetry of light and mess miscommunication in horrible! Tired of the and wants to night lie down, stupid сонница. All of a sudden - I in the светаю can - and again the day трезвонится. Always Shine, Shine everywhere, until the days of the last Donets, Shine - and no nails! This is the slogan of my and the sun! 1920

Painting:Acrylic on Paper

Original:One-of-a-kind Artwork

Size:21.7 W x 33.5 H x 0.7 D in

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