Artefici Non Artefici
Pure Artists
We enter the world in the world of Russian expression, Russian fairy tales, in the world of fiction, in the World of life, which pulsates in every moment of creative extravaganza, in every subject, in each literally, smear, which is stirring in the rustle Trees, flies from the sky, vibrates in the light sacred profiles of cathedrals. When you enter the studio of the Russian artist, the impression that you open some unthinkable mine with a gold dwelling, amazing, but forgotten. Pictures amaze extraordinary imagination, such fantasy, from which dizzy. His painting-it’s some magic, some extraordinary power, able to free the purest, the best of this nasty, vile life, which so presses on us, fills our soul small, makes us dodge. In his paintings opens the life that goes in parallel with us, which we do not notice, which should be inside us, as if pushing away all those objects that disfigure her day in and day out in the house where we live.
Nature is not the ultimate goal in his paintings; It is as if only an external reason for the transmission of internal content, as if the presence of what he wants to express something very, very important.
Nature in the pictures is his soul, the soul, which is projected and connected together with the spirit and with the feeling of the living, with the desire of awakening after a long lethargy. Here is the key to revealing the presence of this spirit in the tales-paintings of Tarasov, but to manage to read it, to understand the spirit, that smile of joy of life or what wants to say this picture-it is quite difficult and long. It is necessary to look much, so much to look, that as though it is necessary to discern something on a horizon, very far horizon of the sea. This is where the light of the sun comes from, the light that vibrates over us, the light from the sky, which we do not notice in our daily cares, and which makes us, at least for a moment, realize that we have our mental powers that push us to awakening.
Yes, Tarasov is a passionate pantheist and his painting is dedicated to the inner life and certainly not something so momentary, temporary. But let’s try to look at them near, on these inconceivable difficult and charming pictures. Here is a look at the moon, which is in the night over the city. The moon, which is the only witness of this extraordinary miracle, opened up over the houses. The darkness has not yet covered the city and has not turned it into a desert.
Here’s another miracle. Overflowing emotions, emotions purely humane, when you look at the picture “Rus shocked.” As if on the canvas game of Magic, the game of Evil, the game of the devil. Tarasov remains strong. Strong that the power of good will win. Something very, very good is sure to happen. And whatever materialistic appearance of man, nature, in all this there is always a soul, the soul is sure to win in the fight, which offers an angel and knight against the Devil. Everything is in this picture: elements of Christianity and elements of paganism, the confusion of religion and archaic and at the same time their inner unity. This is Tarasovskaya fantasy, it is his fantasy, in which there is only one moral: it is the beauty of life and faith only in it, in life.
One life and nothing but her.
Italian art critic