Art.Is.Marina. Infantilism. Russian artist Marina Rudenko.

Art.Is.Marina. Infantilism. Russian artist Marina Rudenko.


My parents took it so calmly. That is, I was allowed to do all the things I do. At me any friends in a psychiatric clinic were given. But. Obviously. Everything that happens around me normal in the conventional sense can not be called. Experience is what you get while looking for something else. From something cheerful and bright you are waiting for something cheerful and bright. As if. The fact that it will amuse you.
It will not take your world. And will not destroy your consciousness. I periodically invite my mother and father to the exhibitions. They are coming. All the same, they can not accept the fact that I did not grow up as an accountant. I think I stayed in the children’s door to be honest. Because it’s such a pleasant period in life. What is the lack of responsibility. Everything is so wonderful. I really love color. And that’s how I need to be constantly fed up. I’m so resting. My parents still do not seem to be able to put up with what I did with this apartment. It was such a typical grandmother’s apartment with walls, with wallpaper with such a hell of our Soviet. I honestly like all these streams of information. That at any time you can turn off and turn on here that’s all. How artificial. There the real wind was blazing and it turns out these are such artificial flowers. But they are nevertheless very vulnerable. Gentle. Although they are certainly a complete fake and they were not real. I’ve been doing it for a long time already because I’m just merging all the images. All photos. Marina’s alienated memory. I went to the polls. My mother came to vote and she was waiting for a holiday. Here are the choices. It’s fun. Fun. Very strange. Someone did not go. Boycott suited. Someone walked. The result in my opinion is still the same as if it were the same. No. The design and environment of our city does not exactly destroy my consciousness. I love Moscow. Moscow is great. I like this city. I was born here. This is more active. It’s not that it’s better there. It’s just another optics. Another point of view. Because in Russia there is still a certain reality. I like infantilism. I like this environment. Images. Smilies. Unicorns.Bright colors. Joy. Which still does not hide behind all this from the reality surrounding. I like all the ideas they have. I just understand that it’s time to start implementing . one or the other. Here are the same any memories from childhood. Maybe there was not so much joy and brilliance. But remembering these skins are beautiful. It is written on a substrate. For memory. The fact that you really once felt this feeling of happiness Everyone can really become an artist if desired. It’s just a long process of self-knowledge . and the world around us. Feel. Learn to build a dialogue. With myself and with what is happening around.

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