Dmitriy Maximov: A Surreal Sunrise
(My Original Blog Post: http://www.annointedfig.com/dmitriy-maximov-a-surreal-sunrise/)
Another day, another positive review. Like a kinder, gentler American Idol Season 8 Simon, I seem to be losing my touch, but oh well...
Behold Dmitry Maximov, and no, I have NOT been retained to sing any paens in the man's name. It's just that this Russian-born artist seems to exist in a world of his own. And who among us doesn't love a peepshow?
A passing glance at his works, and you can tell that they are at once as human — and humane — as you or ANYONE peeking in from the outside, yet altogether surreal. That they are fashioning a land that is not so much a caricature of ours, but, perhaps, its shadow, a whisper of a possibility of what we could have been. And, thankfully, are not. More humane, perhaps, more painfully lonely, more different from one another in a way, we, who have our race around us, our country, our city, our family, our very culture, should ever fear to be.
But we can still speculate, and marvel, and worry -- and drink it all in like the best, though none too sweet, champagne.
The artworks seem to have no names that I could find, so, I will just say that this one, over here, is the one that struck me the most. This strange, gingerbread man critter is taking the time to appreciate the dawn of a new day. Shouldn’t we?
Another day, another positive review. Like a kinder, gentler American Idol Season 8 Simon, I seem to be losing my touch, but oh well...
Behold Dmitry Maximov, and no, I have NOT been retained to sing any paens in the man's name. It's just that this Russian-born artist seems to exist in a world of his own. And who among us doesn't love a peepshow?
A passing glance at his works, and you can tell that they are at once as human — and humane — as you or ANYONE peeking in from the outside, yet altogether surreal. That they are fashioning a land that is not so much a caricature of ours, but, perhaps, its shadow, a whisper of a possibility of what we could have been. And, thankfully, are not. More humane, perhaps, more painfully lonely, more different from one another in a way, we, who have our race around us, our country, our city, our family, our very culture, should ever fear to be.
But we can still speculate, and marvel, and worry -- and drink it all in like the best, though none too sweet, champagne.
The artworks seem to have no names that I could find, so, I will just say that this one, over here, is the one that struck me the most. This strange, gingerbread man critter is taking the time to appreciate the dawn of a new day. Shouldn’t we?
Click here to visit Dmitriy Maximov's gallery. And here are a few more of my favorites:
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