Grand couleur

However, Boris Indrikov can command much more than just two wheels at once, even if they do not lay since the times of Richard the Lionheart on the shore of a Zone which was left behind not so much by an apocalypse but rather by a traveling circus. Instead of the slow entropy of the surfaces of Sasha Terebenin, decay shines up here with a Baroque splendor just like in Rustam Khamdamov’s interieurs, which suits quite well for a painter-photographer-translator who has completed the art of Van Eyck, Botticelli and Holbein.

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