Tatyana Binovskaya- artist

When you were thrown out of your city when you were made a homeless person with your own house to which you cannot return, you expect it to end soon, but this hour does not come, what remains? See old photos from civilian life. Also the privilege of having the Internet and computerization. You can store your photos in the cloud and on your phone. And when you run from your hometown in a tracksuit with a small backpack to save your grandchildren, it would hardly occur to you to take real photographs with you. And so we can return to Odesa and walk around the city with my grandchildren. Anyway, thanks to these photos! Липень. Діти та місто. Коли тебе викинули з твого міста, коли з тебе зробили бомжа за наявності свого будинку в який ти не можеш повернутися, ти чекаєш, що це скоро закінчиться, а ця година не приходить, що лишається? Дивитися старі фотографії з мирного життя. Ще й привілей наявності інтернету та комп’ютеризації. Ти можеш зберігати свої фото у хмарі та телефоні. І коли ти б

Over the years of our gallery activities, our family has accumulated a lot of art albums and catalogs. We had to vacate the premises of the former gallery on Uyutnaya and we did not have a place to store the accumulated wealth. I really loved all our albums and it gave me a lot of pleasure to live next to them. Since our life became like the life of wanderers and we changed our place of residence very often, we did not have a settled place and the opportunity to enjoy our collections. Thus, we decided to donate this entire collection to museums and libraries. We were friends with the former Gorky Library for many, many years, after the publication of new catalogs of the Marine Gallery, I always gave copies of them to the library. There I also gave albums about the history of the gallery with live reviews and photographs from each exhibition. These albums were a reflection of our daily life at the Maritime Gallery. There are photos of famous people who visited the gallery, their reviews

http://binovskaya.com/?s=Uytnaya In 2018, to my great regret, the time has come to say goodbye to our Uytnaya. Everything ends sometime. Now it’s even hard to count how many years we’ve been together. At first, it was my art studio, then in the first years of construction, the first private gallery in Ukraine, “Na Uyutnaya”, was created here, which will forever remain in the memory of those who visited it.   The names of many, many artists are associated with the gallery. Later, it became the repository of our wealth, a collection of art albums, catalogs, and a collection of paintings.   But it’s time to leave her. The Uytnaya one has departed, but the eternal memory remains, which will live as long as the memory of us is alive. Червень 2018. Прощавай моя Уютна. У 2018 році, на мій величезний жаль настав час попрощатися з нашою Уютною. Все колись закінчується. Зараз навіть складно порахувати, скільки років ми були разом. Спочатку вона була моєю скромною майстернею, потім у перші роки П

At June of the 80 year of the last century in the bay of Larnaca, for some unknown reason, the ferry Zenobia sank and it only came out from the slipways of the Swedish shipyard. This was the first voyage of a ship equipped with the last word of technology, as it transported close to hundreds of auto trains with different weights. Following the words of the local residents, most of the team members calmly watched for the catastrophe from the bar that was standing on the pier. From that hour, the time of the sinking of the ship to enter the five largest underwater objects in the world and the leader of diving in Cyprus. The sight of a steel giant, which lies on a depth of about 40 m, copes with a strong attack on underwater swimmers. In the middle of the hull, you can watch for the protection of the ribs, which will weed through the throws of the rusty vests. As to divers, the shores of Cyprus are rich on the beautiful spots. У червні 80-го року минулого століття в бухті Ларнакі, з невід

https://www.facebook.com/groups/461052681344642/posts/1435951803854720/ I’ve been waiting for this day, waiting and preparing. I really wanted to finish my work “Save and Save my Odessa” by the Independence Day The tasks were difficult, I had to convey the light of the lights of the Opera House and hands against this background. The idea of the work itself belongs to my daughter Sylvia, and it was decided that she will be Bereginya, guarding our beloved city. On August 24, I managed to complete the painting and I was happy. My whole family and I decided to take part in the celebration of Independence Day in Limassol. Sylvia found out the time when everything was supposed to start and we went first to refresh ourselves in a restaurant at the local Marina. Our kids love restaurants and they did a lot of housework to make it all happen. Kostya offered to go eat sushi instead of the usual Tavern. What can I say, we are connoisseurs and lovers of sushi. The boys and I remembered the day of

http://binovskaya.com/art/morning-tea/ Olga Petrova, art critic, Ph.D., professor at the National University “Kyiv-Mohyla Academy”, and academician of the Academy of Humanities (St. Petersburg), recently saw my works from this series and reproached me for my salon approach to painting. And I can do everything! In Odessa, a city with such beautiful architecture, it is very easy to imagine what our city looked like in those days when it was just created. Even now, among the magnificent architecture of the city center, one could easily imagine ladies walking around the streets under openwork umbrellas, and men lazily smoking their cigars in restaurants with a glass of French cognac. So I decided to plunge into the romance  of the city of past centuries. Why not? At that time I was in such a mood I was independent, and I did not pretend to have any place in the hierarchy of Ukrainian artists – I painted what I wanted! I paint and enjoy it. Ольга Петрова, мистецтвознавець, доктор філософії,

Centuries-old imperial policy has turned our dear city into a russian province. The entire history of the multinational city was trampled into the ground by the dirty boots of the invaders. I was born 9 years after the end of the war, I grew up listening to soldier and bandit songs. My life is a complete lie. I, a Ukrainian, did not know and could not know the history of my people, it was carefully hidden by rewriting, accomplices of the enemy empire. I was ashamed that I was born in Artemovsk. Only a few years ago I became interested in the history of the city in which my life began and so much was revealed to me. My granddaughter Marcel knows the history of Ukraine well and I am happy – finally, everything is falling into place. I have been in Odessa since a month after my birth, and I love Odessa, despite the smells in the doorways and the sprawling asphalt and dirt of the alfaters. I look with pain at the crumbling mansions of the old city, with all my heart I hate developers who d

Radu and I in Cape Town are used to walking long distances. Now, having returned to Odessa, we discovered several routes with pleasure. The first is, of course, a promenade over the sea, which was given the strange name of the Health Route – it is too reminiscent of the Soviet period. The second is walks along the French Boulevard with a visit to the still preserved parks of sanatoriums. If it were my will, I would cut off the hands of those who signed permits for the construction of the sanatorium in Ukraine, Stroy Hydraulics, Russia. Do these idiots really not understand that the wealth of our Odesa is in these coastal parks and French Boulevard??? Another route we liked to walk is the “Vash Sad” (“Your Garden”) flower shop on the territory of the Chkalovsky sanatorium. So, when you do not go there, a holiday always awaits you. Primrose in spring, and chrysanthemums are my favorite in autumn. And this time our fabulous girl Marcel joined us!!! Одеса. 2018. Весна. “Ваш Сад” Ми з Раду