4:03 PM
4:03 PM
Aleksandr Rodchenko Lili Brik 1924
Aleksandr Rodchenko Public Mourning at the Funeral for Vladimir Mayakovski 1930
“She loves me…she loves me not.
I tear my hands, scatter the broken fingers…loves me not
As we scatter the random riddling heads of daisies
Tumbling through summer.
Though I adopt the smooth chin and greying hair,
The silver, tinkling out the change of years,
I hope, I know that age will never bring
The final shame of prudent commonsense.
It’s after one and you must be asleep.
The milky way is like a silver river.
I’m in no hurry. There’s no need
To wake you or disturb you with telegrams or thunder…
See how much peace the world can give.
The sky is wrapped in stars, the gift of night.
At such a time you rise, and find you speak
To all the years, the future, and the world.
It’s after one and you must be asleep.
Or maybe you can feel the night as well.
I’m in no hurry. There’s no need
To wake you or disturb you with telegrams or thunder.”
From the Suicide Note of Vladimir Mayakovsky 1930
Aleksandr Rodchenko Pioneer with Bugle 1930
Aleksandr Rodchenko Vladimir Mayakovsky 1924
“Love
for us
is no paradise of arbors —
to us
love tells us, humming,
that the stalled motor
of the heart
has started to work
again.
Vladimir Mayakovsky, “Letter from Paris to Comrade Kostorov on the Nature of Love” (1928)
Aleksandr Rodchenko Dive 1935
“Contradictions of perspective. Contrasts of light. Contrasts of form. Points of view impossible to achieve in drawing and painting. Foreshortenings with a strong distortion of the objects, with a crude handling of matter. Moments altogether new, never seen before… compositions whose boldness outstrips the imagination of painters… Then the creation of those instants which do not exist, contrived by means of photomontage. The negative transmits altogether new stimuli to the sentient mind and eye.” Aleksandr Rodchenko
Aleksandr Rodchenko Cover for the Soviet Avant-garde Arts Journal “Novi LEF” 1928




