Déjà vu

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ The French intuitive philosopher Bergson defined déjà vu as "memories of the present". And the term was first used by parapsychologist Emile Buarak in his book The Future of the Psychical Sciences. But this did not prevent Thomas Brown from writing in 1643 that "Plato's years are a centuries-long period, after which all things will return to their original basis, and Plato will again expound this doctrine in the Athenian School." As for the supporters of the idea of similar but not identical cycles, there are countless of them. There is an opinion that a possible cause of the phenomenon of "déjà vu" (French for "what has already been seen") may be a change in the way the brain encodes time. So, in a state of déjà vu, sometimes you fall into absolute identity with what you have already experienced, and sometimes you touch something difficult to understand, barely familiar, but something that belongs to you inextricably. What are these holes, or the royal gate in time and space that arbitrarily chooses us without asking for the right time? Or a mirror sneakily held up to the universe, in which a moment is reflected, but for some reason the wrong one, mixed up. Or, after all, a somersault into the well of Mark - "He who sees the present has seen all things, which were from everlasting to everlasting, and which will be in the infinite time."

Return to the future

⠀⠀⠀⠀I remember John Fowles wrote about the deceptive belief of every generation that it was theirs to experience the most extraordinary experiences and dramatic events. Whereas all dogs of all times have been equally happy... or unhappy, despite all the historical cataclysms. From the point of view of philosophical generalization, he is right. On the other hand, to find oneself at the intersection of the dimensions of space and time, like a terrible absurd dream, is a very difficult experience, regardless of whether it is familiar to previous generations or not. In these coordinates of intersection, there is not often room for a draft. Every decision is a matter of life or death, physical or spiritual.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ However, the paintings presented in the exhibition are not about this... but about the nurturing of a miracle. It is about the expectation of future warm happiness, prosperity, and renewal. A bright renaissance on the roots, the juices of which saturate everyone here, in these lands. About a renewed, acute sense of connection, kinship between everything and everyone. Just like Andersen's duckling, who for some time did not know who he was, suddenly sees his reflection in the water and realizes who he is. That he is that amazing white bird with strong wings.


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Allegiance... This elusive phenomenon confirms the duality of the existence in which we exist like nothing else. After all, it is felt by taste or touch only at the time of loss. About fidelity to extremely high ideals, existing rules and manners of behavior, transportation routes, bad habits, to hell with them... In general, about all those things that mold our days as they are, and without which real withdrawal begins. And it is the experience of it that gives us the opportunity to comprehend the oceanic abyss and the almighty power of this concept.



⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Exclusion zone, inaccessible zone... A zone that geographically coincides with real geographical coordinates, but at the same time exists according to completely different physical laws. The Bermuda Triangle of everyday life. Quantum physics of emotions, premonitions, expectations...


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Levkas is a sacred technique. And not only because it has been related to icon painting for centuries and is designed to transmit sacred images and codes. Its very structure, the composition of materials contains nature itself, its laws, its eternity. Wooden planks, cotton pavlova, animal glues, chalk, linseed oil. They taste and feel the same as they did a thousand years ago... And therefore, their images are formed by themselves outside of time, and sometimes outside of space.


It rained for four years, eleven months, and two days. ...The air was so saturated with moisture that fish could enter the house through open doors, swim through the rooms, and swim out of the windows

Gabriel García Márquez "One Hundred Years of Solitude"