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Exhibitions texts 1993-2008

XL TEXT or What I like...
Why the time’s running so fast? A while ago we’ve been young and attractive, and the gallery was “young” and perspective... And now we’re grown-ups, we’ve bored you and 15 years passed as one day. We started in a “wrong” time of crisis and now we celebrate the anniversary in time of trouble... When you grow older you feel looking back. The texts and archive video are like old letters, and when you start reading you remind those unbelievable, unbelievable, unbelievable times, when the trees were tall, artists were incredibly talented, critics were startling smart... If we had no money for the exhibition or catalogue we happened to borrow some from our friends and then give back quickly, inexplicable how.
The exhibitions were so small, but they were so huge, so stunning, so smart and there was so much drive there. Now it’s funny and strange that we have a big space, and go to world art fairs, and collectors hunt for the early Zvezdochetov, and police could still nail for the early Kulik’s works, and museum is fighting to buy the Christ in Moscow by Dubossarsky&Vinogradov... But theat drive is gone... I wish I’d be back in that strange time, my time, our time! I wish I could argue there with Kovalyov, fear and esteem Katya Dyogot, pal and laugh with Milena Orlova and Sasha Obukhova... Admire Igor Makarevich, Andrey Monastyrsky, Nikita Alexeev, Ivan Chuikov... Scream with laughter with Kulik, Osmolovsky, Dubossarsky&Vinogradov... Look for Zvezdochetov in the night streets, and let Vlad Monroe sing for the frozen public on a gallery porch, because we’re quickly mounting his exhibition which he - as usual - finished at the very last minute... And Epikhin’s home is again flooded by damn water pipe, but he managed to write his unforgettable text “I saw a sheer standing Lenin”... You mighgt think we look odd and funny with all our feelings and openings, but I wish you could dip into that unbelievable and magnificent time...