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eng Automatic Translation

The Vanished World

1988

Avant-garde group from Bobruisk during the perestroika era.

Associated Documents

The founder and leader of the group, Tikhon Abramov, in one of his interviews, described its participants as follows: “A whole bunch of various authors united by one idea - to arrange a small holiday, a spectacle so that it would not be boring. I am for a riot of thoughts, plots, forms. The first exhibition of avant-garde artists took place in Bobruisk in 1992. Evgeny Almaev in the Chronicles of the Vanished World shares his impressions about it: “Visitors of the exposition were greeted by a vertically elongated poster listing more than thirty names of the participants. Even higher was a smaller poster with the ambiguous inscription: “Not everyone who is here belongs to them. Not all who belong to them are here." The viewer pushed back the curtain and found himself in a kind of infinitely transformed space. The sterile parallelepiped of the hall has turned into boundless thickets of wild selva. Ropes-lianas with various household items suspended from them, losing their utility in the context of the exhibition, crossed in all directions. Plastic bags filled with sawdust fell like a frozen waterfall. All sense of up and down was lost, the only landmarks being golden preservation lids nailed to the floor and leading visitors from one work to the next.”