Oleksandr Shchuchynsky

With a cup of strong French roast coffee before him on the table and a Marlboro between his fingers, he shoots a penetrating, if somewhat quizzical, glance at his interlocutor. He speaks excellent Ukrainian, wildly gesticulating, and his reasoning displays moderation and impartiality coupled with...

Not so long ago, two researchers of antiquities in Rivne unearthed what they claim are “heretofore unknown specimens of Ukrainian national aesthetics,” products of an ordinary village blacksmith, whose style could be envied by established avant-garde masters. They are big silver pectoral crosses...