On July 30, 2012, a personal exhibition of Margarita Siourina METAMORPHOSES OF SPIRIT was opened at the Marina Tsvetaeva House Museum in Moscow.
55 graphic sheets drawn using different techniques have been presented at the exhibition: from those in pencil, done with pen and India ink on paper, to the author's computer prints on foam cardboard.
A renewed graphic series “Over-and-Beneath the Sky so Blue” visually made the focus of the Mirror Hall exposition; new prints in colour from “Metamorphoses of Spirit” series dominated in the Concert Hall.
The two Halls were linked with the theme of The Apocalypse Apparitions substantially presented at the exhibition as it had already been conceived at the second stage of LEONARDO’S SCRIPT PROJECT.
Semantic culmination of the exhibition as a whole kept quiet (literally) behind the grand piano in the Mirror Hall, leaving the focus to the interplay of constantly changing and repeating images, saying: ‘When everything rises against me, then I’ll start My Game’.
Natella Voiskounski, Art Director of the ASTI Gallery opened the exhibition.
She recited fragments of a practically unknown literary piece written by an outstanding Russian musician and composer Alexander Nikolaevich Scriabin: «Poem of Ecstasy».
Thirst
For life lends Spirit powerful wings,
Gets drawn it fly
Above negation heights
Drunk with the flight.
To the charmed world
Frightening ghosts
Harshly intrude.
From mysterious bottoms,
Terrors so ugly
In croaking crowds
Wildly erupt.
Ready to flood all around completely
Promising evil and shocks.
But suddenly…
Premonition of light
Pierces the Spirit.
Happy rhythms
Get to it,
Divine powers.
Magic world appears sparkling –
It’s the other!
It’s the new!
Bored with the entertainments,
Entertainments – not existence,
Spirit’s swirling to its flight
In its free return for ever
Be my world, my life,
My blossom,
Be the ecstasy of mind!
Bits of these I am creating
With my memories and negation
Of the shapes I have outlived.
I’m forever the negation
In the flight divine and aimless.
Spirit cognises itself –
Legions of feelings.
Oh, clean aspirations,
I’m creating you now,
You, complex entity!
I’m a glimpse studying eternity,
I’m asseveration,
I’m the ecstasy!
The wildfire has broken out
Over the universe.
Spirit’s on the top of being.
It feels the tide
Of divine power
Of unconstrained will
Rolling around it...
Anna Cavalerova (piano), laureate of international contests, has presented the most interesting musical programme; masterly played ‘Petrarca’s Sonnets’ by Franz Liszt and ‘Variations on a theme by Nicollo Paganini’ by Johannes Brahms sounded in complete harmony with graphic works exhibited on the walls.
The Artist thanks the Musician for beautiful co-creation established.
Margarita Siourina is very grateful to Esther Krasovkaya, Director of the Marina Tsvetaeva House Museum in Moscow, and to the creative team of the Museum for invariably highly professional and well-wishing attitude.
The Artist heartily thanks Natella Voiskounski for her unfailing co-friendliness and encouragement in exhibition projects searches.
Well…
On the Poet’s Saint Day, on the Day of Saint Margaret of Antioch, one more page of the many-volumed manuscript of Russian culture was turned over following the long-established tradition of the Marina Tsvetaeva House Museum in Borisoglebskiy, the Museum widely blazed with its literary –artistic-musical meetings, once again praising the Creator’s power of will:
…Of the whole and free,
Ever creating,
Engulfing and studying,
Charmingly toying
With myriads of forms...
A. N. Scriabin: ‘Poem of Ecstasy’
This wonderful poem by one of the most interesting minds of Russia can be read up to the end in exhibition halls of the Marina Tsvetaeva House Museum in Borisoglebskiy Pereulok.
To wander, and to read,
To peer into, listen to,
Get horrified,
Then grow sad,
And to get happy…
Blossom out!
…And accepting all kinds of metamorphoses, or on the contrary not accepting them at all, one can exclaim so expressively, so Russian-like:
‘Oh, more,
Forever more!
To have it much stronger,
To have it more tender,
Facing new torments,
Facing new bliss!’
