Eli Tiunine : A tragic Universe born in the drama of Warsaw

Sat, 2011-04-16 11:26

All Art of the Fantastic requires the support of a detailed visual culture. Hieronimus Bosch’s heritage is still ever present. In Eli Tiunine’s art, classical myths and baroque delirium compete with contemporary psychology. Thus Christian hope rooted in the depths of Slavic mystique embraces Goya’s Lupercaliae, as well as the damned souls of the Sistine Chapel. “My tragic universe was born in the drama of Warsaw at war and its pervasive presence within my family. But I found my roots in France, in the world of psychoanalysis.

Masks

Sun, 2011-11-13 10:04

The mask was born in a world where the Gods lived in the waters, fields and forests, while the men remained in a state of fusion with a nurturing, threatening nature, they tried to tame and integrate. It helped, for centuries, in this wilderness, to mediate in the relation to the Other, without word or glance, as if we had to become deaf and blind to perceive.

Être Ange

Sun, 2011-11-13 10:06

Being and Angel…Wouldn’t it be the hyphen between Earth and Heaven, conciliation of irreconcilable, union of contraries, marriage of opposites? Wouldn’t it be what secretly inspires us, desiring a perfect and unattainable harmony?
Drunkenness and serenity, flight through the space, to the four winds, and silence of prayer. The Angel touching with his wings the divine beauty and the ugliness of horns and clogs of the Fallen.

Wheel of Dumb Torment

Sun, 2011-01-16 18:09

The privilege of painting is the opportunity of ‘non definition’, very close to intuition or unconscious. Things are told, but always opened to a moving interpretation.
A picture is built as a novel: first there is the conductor thread, present during the whole creation, but going quickly from foreground to a place of support, as a note given to the choir ready to sing. This chord goes through the Whole, giving way to the Rest, variations of all sorts, some full of gracefulness, some of gravity or pain.

Altarpiece - Schema

Thu, 2011-04-28 14:04

This is my personal vision of the Tree of Life as the centuries have left as a frame for the projection of subjective contents. At first there is the dream, harmonies and colors, happiness in promise of accomplishments, of meetings. Perfect agreement in the acceptance of differences and the hope of continuity.
In the center, the representation of the weight and the complexity of our civilization. Infinity, referring to the meeting of opposites with the sun and the moon.

Etre Ange : Flesh Resurrection

Sun, 2011-06-05 09:14

Etre et Ange, n’est-ce pas le trait d’union entre la Terre et le Ciel, la conciliation de l’inconciliable, l’union des contraires, le mariage des opposés ? Ce à quoi chacun de nous aspire secrètement, désirant une harmonie parfaite, inatteignable.
Ivresse et sérénité, vol à travers l’espace, aux quatre vents du ciel et silence de la prière. L’Ange touchant de ses ailes à la beauté divine et à la « laideur » des cornes et des sabots du Déchu.

Etre Ange : Unicorns'Love

Sun, 2011-06-05 09:37

Etre et Ange, n’est-ce pas le trait d’union entre la Terre et le Ciel, la conciliation de l’inconciliable, l’union des contraires, le mariage des opposés ? Ce à quoi chacun de nous aspire secrètement, désirant une harmonie parfaite, inatteignable.
Ivresse et sérénité, vol à travers l’espace, aux quatre vents du ciel et silence de la prière. L’Ange touchant de ses ailes à la beauté divine et à la « laideur » des cornes et des sabots du Déchu.