Those who visited sunny Georgia at least once will never forget its nature, so rich, colorful, and versatile. They will never forget the hospitality of wise Georgians, literary traditions, architectural masterpieces, among which they so seamlessly exist, and of course a special theater tradition and cinema industry. There the richness of feasts, always with intricate toasts is interchanged with the wonderful polyphony of songs and passionate dances.
You recall about this unintentionally, when you look at the pictures by Georgian artist Temuri Papiashvili, whose solo exhibit has opened at Kyiv House of Artists. The exhibit was organized with an active assistance of the Arts Support Foundation and Georgia’s Embassy in Ukraine.
The creative work of Temuri Papiashvili is well known beyond his native Georgia. His exhibits have been held in Sweden and Poland, in Cyprus and the US, they have won admiration in Germany, Turkey, and many other countries. His works took an honorable place in many prestigious private collections in the world. But it is the first time his exhibit is held in Kyiv.
“In my works,” the artist says, “I look for freedom of color and lines. In such a way I want to unite painting and graphics in one picture. While I work, I see extraordinary visions.”
His works are full of sensual color, which is poured on the audience from the canvas with stormy emotions and unusual positive energy. The passionate lyricism and wise seriousness are interchanged with subtle humor, which is not so often present in the works of art.
The works on display are a powerful conglomerate of knowledge, colored with the bright individuality of the author, from the traditional classics to the astringent taste of primitivism of great Pirosmani.
Namely the influence of his great fellow countryman and bright Europeans, such as Picasso, Matisse, and Modigliani, can be traced in the female images of Temuri. These are bright images that seem to be in a light veil of mist, with regular-irregular and so attractive faces. And the moves of their hands paint their own picture of feelings and emotions, preserving the plasticity of woman’s dance.
