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Giorgi Areshidze "Reshka"

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20130421105716-after_party
After Party, 2009 Oil on Canvas 100 X 100 X 3 Centimeters © George Areshidze
20130421001529-art_for_art
Art for art, 2009 Oil on Canvas 80 X 100 X 3 Centimeters © George Areshidze
20130421002840-penguine_in_desert
Penguine in desert, 2009 Oil on Canvas 70 X 100 X 2 Centimeters © George Areshidze
20130421094840-pitanius
Pitanius, 2010 Oil on Cardboard 50 X 60 X 1 Centimeters © George Areshidze
20130421095221-autumn_in_the_sky
Autumn in the sky, 2000 Oil on Canvas 100 X 150 X 3 Centimeters © George Areshidze
20130421095551-the_fear
Fear, 2009 Sanguine in Black Paper 70 X 100 Centimeters © George Areshidze
20130421095833-the_place
Place, 1999 Oil on Canvas 70 X 100 X 2 Centimeters © George Areshidze
20130421200120-high_station
High station, 2010 Oil on Canvas 50 X 70 X 3 Centimeters © George Areshidze
20130506202206-exp
Exp. date, 2011 Oil on Canvas 60 X 80 X 2 Centimeters © George Areshidze
20130506203550-sex__sleep__eat__drink__dream
Sex, sleep, eat, drink, dream, 2009 Oil on Canvas 70 X 120 X 2 Centimeters © George Areshidze
20130506220424-apple
Apple , 2000 Oil on Cardboard 70 X 100 X 3 Centimeters © George Areshidze
20130506221740-escape_from_venice
Escape from Venice , 2012 Oil on Cardboard 90 X 110 X 3 Centimeters © George Areshidze
20130507211623-muse
Muse, 2012 Oil on Canvas 80 X 100 X 2 Centimeters © George Areshidze
20130507212307-dualverse
Dualverse, 2012 Oil on Canvas 80 X 100 X 2 Centimeters © George Areshidze
20130507213311-dsc04477
Magic phallus , 2010 Mixed Technique 70 X 100 X 1 Centimeters © George Areshidze
20130507213923-i-have-nothing-to-say
I have nothing to say, 2012 Oil on Cardboard 70 X 100 X 1 Centimeters © George Areshidze
20130507214610-we
We, 2012 Oil on Cardboard 70 X 100 X 1 Centimeters © George Areshidze
20130507215400-puppets_show
Puppets show, 2012 Oil on Canvas 70 X 100 X 1 Centimeters © George Areshidze
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20130510053512-information_city
Information city, 2011 Oil on Canvas 50 X 120 X 2 Centimeters © George Areshidze
20130513172306-meds
20130513172925-meds
Meds, 2013 Oil on Cardboard 80 X 110 X 2 Centimeters © George Areshidze
20130513173553-castle
20130513174006-castle
Castle, 2013 Oil on Canvas 50 X 60 X 2 Inches © George Areshidze
20130513174507-fashion
Fashion man, 2012 Oil on Cardboard 70 X 100 X 2 Centimeters © George Areshidze
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Hades, 1999 Mixed Technique 50 X 60 X 0.5 Centimeters © George Areshidze
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Moving, 2013 Oil on Canvas 60 X 70 X 2 Centimeters © George Areshidze
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Quick Facts
Birthplace
Tbilisi
Birth year
1977
Lives in
Tbilisi
Works in
an Artist
Tags
OilPaintings.drawing painting, landscape, performance, abstract, figurative, conceptual, exhibition/performance
Philosophy

There was a man, he came into being, and he lived… He was born every morning and died every night. He created to see, otherwise he couldn’t perceive … People moved around him, and he painted their motions. People moved so fast that they saw only the visual side of things and made a big thing out of it. The man wasn’t interested in that. Why? - Because he couldn’t stop. He had no alternative.
People thought he did what he did for pleasure, for beauty, others thought he had nothing else to do. Only one person knew what he was actually looking for and that person was him…Who is hurt by permanent protest but the one who protests? I know that but only confrontation can reveal the truth…
And there was a Trout that swam against the current. As the time passed he felt the world around him. He used to go where the live emotions swam and caught them. Then he would return to canvas. Emotion deadly but short. In a few hours everything was over - the man was happy. But for half an hour only…
One hour passed and he would return to fishing on emotions again complicating his existence. Who needs that, but him? He walked in the streets mechanically and thought of compositions, symbols, forms and most importantly, he thought of colors. He worshipped and sacrificed the cult of color everyday.
Art is just a word, it doesn’t bite, doesn’t humiliate; for some it’s a harmonious unity of sounds, some need it as a Shelter, others enjoy art after lunch. Only few can get into its heart, than climb out on your shore and perceive your works.
I believe such people exist. I started with caressing colorful tubes on my way home. I loved it but I squeezed it at home all the same. Color is most powerful substance in the world and it survives everything, even time… I like the idea that one can’t pass the same river twice.
Rules are is static and dead. Who can see the horizon? I’m trying and I am glad. Not a work is similar to any other. It’s very interesting to me. When artist acquires one specific face, one image - he is destroyed. To learn painting is to analyze one’s own feelings. I don’t want to be granted tasteless, ready information. Painting is not a profession. It means moving forward to one’s own personality! The road is very long, hard and interesting at the same time.
Canvas is a source of information the spectator shouldn’t get annoyed with the first emotion. It is a process of perception, a dialogue not with the artist, but with ones own personality through the work of the artist.
My works have little in common with beauty - painting is more important. We all have our own criteria of beauty. My criterion is individualistic, curved and marvelously broken.