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My art, Nature vs Nurture

Welcome to ancient Rome where a trained man, a gladiator, fights a panther in an arena — what a horrible thing! Well, it’s probably not so horrible scene now as it was seen years and years ago when a writer of the blog was chiseling his piece of art. Please don’t judge the author too harshly for his naivë expression of the world. The author was young and impressible back then. He just wanted to be a part of a fight. Hence, the outcome of the disease. Enjoy.

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My Art, Woman with a Flower

Here you go. There is one other piece of masterpiece has arrived. I do not believe there are much words should be spoken describing the Women with a Flower — it’s all in front of you. Nevertheless, I would probably contribute one word to the bank of common knowledge.

I created this piece in memory of my first love with whom, as it’s commonly found, we separated in the season of our youth. I had begun this piece when we had still been like two peas in a pod, and finished it off soon after we broke up. Life is full of fun, eh?

My art, Woman with a flower

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My Art, Skomorokh

Today we are about to leave Georgia and move to Russia, the country rich with the oldest ancestry of art.

The topic for today is a Russian joker — a skomorokh.

The skomorokhs (Sing. скоморох in Russian, скоморохъ in Old East Slavic, скоморaхъ in Church Slavonic) were medieval East Slavic harlequins, i.e. actors, who could also sing, dance, play musical instruments and compose most of the scores for their oral/musical and dramatic performances. The etymology of the word is not completely clear.[1] There are hypotheses that the word is derived from the Greek σκώμμαρχος (cf. σκῶμμα, “joke”); from the Italian scaramuccia (“joker”, cf. English scaramouch); from the Arabic masẋara; and many others.

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The skomorokhs performed in the streets and city squares engaging with the spectators to draw them into their play. Usually the main character of the skomorokh performance was a fun-loving saucy muzhik (мужик) of comic simplicity. In the 16th–17th century the skomorokhs would sometimes combine their efforts and perform in a vataga (ватага, or big crowd) numbering 70 to 100 people. The skomorokhs were often persecuted by the Russian Orthodox Church and civilian authorities.

My art, Skomorokh, Russian joker

It’s true that skomorokhs were actors who played on different musical instruments — such as guslirozhok, or balalaika — in ancient Russia. In my incused piece of art, as a case in point, I portrayed skomorokh with balalaika.

Chewing over the topic of ancient Russian performers, it’s really hard to avoid a comparison of skomorokhs with yurodivy, who were a sorta Russian preachers in medieval Russia.  The similarity between the two is the essence of their job: both skomorohs and yurodivy were quick at telling an inconvenient truth about the current affairs in Russia.

The yurodivy (Russian: юродивый, yurodivy) is the Russian version of Foolishness in Christ (Russian: юродство, yurodstvo or jurodstvo), a peculiar form of Eastern Orthodox asceticism. The yurodivy is a Holy Fool, one who acts intentionally foolish in the eyes of men. The term implies behaviour “which is caused neither by mistake nor by feeble-mindedness, but is deliberate, irritating, even provacative.

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Some characteristics that were commonly seen in holy fools were going around half-naked, being homeless, speaking in riddles, being believed to be clairvoyant and a prophet, and occasionally being disruptive and challenging to the point of seeming immoral (though always to make a point).

In their seemingly obvious resemblance, however, skomorokhs and yurodivy had distinct dissimilarities between them. One of the most vivid distinctions is that skomorokhs could be decapitated for their performances; yet, yurodivy were untouchable — and for good reason, they were perceived as the voice of the Lord.

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My Art, Tamar of Georgia

My piece of art but I depart
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Welcome to my virtual art gallery which will probably consist of … a couple of pieces I punched in my previous life. Years have flied since I kissed the hobby goodbye. Yet, when people see my “masterpieces” they always ask me to extrude something for them, on crying of whom I always react with a polite form of denial. People keep asking; I keep turning everything into a joke…

Well, today we are going to learn about Tamar of Georgia, a Queen of Georgia centuries ago.

Tamar (Georgian: თამარი, also transliterated as T’amar or Thamar) (c. 1160 – 18 January 1213), of the Bagrationi dynasty, was Queen Regnant of Georgia from 1184 to 1213. Tamar presided over the “Golden age” of the medieval Georgian monarchy. Her position as the first woman to rule Georgia in her own right was emphasized by the title mep’e (“king”), commonly afforded to Tamar in the medieval Georgian sources.

My Art, Tamar of Georgia

I was inspired to create this piece by one of the Georgian masters who taught me Art mixed with Georgian philosophy and peppered with its history. It was great time. I learned lots of stuff which I keep chewing over and over again, throughout the years. Eventually I departed from the life of an artist; the daily routine of worldly life won the battle over my soul — I was pardoned/punished? by kicked out from The Celestial Empire straight down to Earth, where I have happily been dwelling ever since.

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Maple dreams come true

As far as I can remember, I had always dreamed about taking part in the maple ceremony of sucking the maple sap from a maple tree.This year my dreams came true — I was blessed with visiting The Kortright Centre for Conservation, which is one of few farms in Ontario where maple syrup is collected from sugar maple trees.

The procedure of collecting maple syrup is plain:

  1. tap the sugar trees
  2. collect maple sap
  3. evaporate water from the sap
  4. enjoy your syrup

Production methods have been streamlined since colonial days, yet remain basically unchanged. Sap must first be collected and boiled down to obtain pure syrup without chemical agents or preservatives. Maple syrup is made by boiling between 20 and 50 litres (5.3 and 13 US gal) of sap (depending on its concentration) over an open fire until 1 litre (0.26 US gal) of syrup is obtained, usually at a temperature 4.1 °C (7.4 °F) over the boiling point of water. Syrup can be boiled entirely over one heat source or can be drawn off into smaller batches and boiled at a more controlled temperature. (emphases Alex’s)

While meandering along the sugar bushes, I had a neat idea of setting up the maple business. What you hafta do in this business, I thought, is strictly following the above mentioned the four-step routine. It was my maple dream which had no chance to come true — the instructor evaporated it from my mind. She told me that if I were about to become a maple fat cat, I would have to wait for 40! years, at least, to reap the very first maple harvest — that is how long it takes the sugar trees to grow.

Maples are usually tapped beginning at 30 to 40 years of age. Each tree can support between one and three taps, depending on its trunk diameter. The average maple tree will produce 35 to 50 litres (9.2 to 13 US gal) of sap per season, up to 12 litres (3.2 US gal) per day. This is roughly equal to 7% of its total sap. Seasons last for four to eight weeks, depending on the weather. During the day, starch stored in the roots for the winter rises through the trunk as sugary sap, allowing it to be tapped.Sap is not tapped at night because the temperature drop inhibits sap flow, although taps are typically left in place overnight.Some producers also tap in autumn, though this practice is less common than spring tapping. Maples can continue to be tapped for sap until they are over 100 years old.

That is basically all that I was about to share with you. If you want to witness some sugary pictures of the trip, you are welcome to click on any number down there — each number leads to a picture from the trip. Bye for now.

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