Exhibition catalog: Discourse of War
This exhibition is about the impact of the war on the lives and creative paths of artists in Ukraine and worldwide. We want to show how artists’ attitude to art has changed during this year. How changed the vector of their creativity and attitude to the language of art in connection with these events. War has no nationality or religion. War has an impact on everyone individually and on all of humanity in general. Our goal is to show how artists from different parts of the world perceive war. This is an art discourse between artists and viewers.
This exhibition is about the impact of the war on the lives and creative paths of artists in Ukraine and worldwide. We want to show how artists’ attitude to art has changed during this year. How changed the vector of their creativity and attitude to the language of art in connection with these events.
War has no nationality or religion. War has an impact on everyone individually and on all of humanity in general. Our goal is to show how artists from different parts of the world perceive war. This is an art discourse between artists and viewers.
You also want an ePaper? Increase the reach of your titles
YUMPU automatically turns print PDFs into web optimized ePapers that Google loves.
OLHA NAZARENKO
Myrhorod, Ukraine
@n.olga_art
About artwork
This painting is not large, but it contains the history of many couples, families, and families.
A short time of farewell with indescribable longing and hugs. I want to remember
each other’s warmth, smell, and breath. I don’t want to let go. And the tears roll, roll by
themselves. There is no one for the two at this moment. There is only that terrible word
when someone says “it’s time”. And then waiting.
Про роботу
Ця картина не великого розміру, та вона вміщає в собі історію багатьох пар,
сімей, родин. Короткий час прощання з невимовною тугою і обіймами. Хочеться
запам’ятати тепло, запах, подих один одного. Хочеться не відпускати. А сльози
котяться, котяться самі. Для двох в цей момент немає нікого, є тільки те страшне
слово, коли хтось скаже “пора”. А далі чекання.
My watercolors have always been about what surrounds me. Rural landscapes,
flowers, river. Watercolor can emphasize these plots. I tried to recreate the kindness
and sincerity of the area where I live. And since February 24 last year, everything has
changed. There was more pain. Anxiety. But I try to paint native landscapes with even
greater trepidation and zeal. As if I want to make it before they are still broken. And
I draw flowers because their buds continue to bloom no matter what. In nature, everything
is according to plan, everything takes its turn. And I draw it. I am drawing a
village house, only now I know that it is light and warm. I want it to be so. My worries
still remain on paper. Something I never thought about. Separation, despair, ruins.
Мої акварелі завжди були про те, що мене оточує. Сільські пейзажі, квіти, річка.
Акварель вміє підкреслити ці сюжети. Я намагалась відтворити доброту і щирість
місцевості де живу. А з 24-го лютого минулого року все змінилось. Стало більше
болю. Тривоги. Та я з ще більшим трепетом і завзяттям стараюсь намалювати рідні
пейзажі. Ніби хочу встигнути, поки вони ще не порушені. А квіти малюю бо їхні
бутони продовжують квітнуть незважаючи ні на що. У природи все по плану, все
йде своєю чергою. І я це малюю. Малюю сільську хату, тільки тепер я знаю що в ній
світло і тепло. Хочу щоб так було. Ще лишаються на папері мої тривоги. Те, про що
ніколи не задумувалась. Розлука, розпач, руїни.
63
Change language