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Konstantin Goretsky
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Год 2008, 1
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Konstantin Goretsky

Umělec 2008/1

01.01.2008

Alena Boika | en cs de es

Belarusian artist Konstantin Goretsky spent three months in Prague as a residence program participant. Delighted with everything around him, he not only devoted himself to his own work, but tried also to learn as much as possible about contemporary Czech art. He conscientiously visited all the exhibitions recommended by program curator Alena Boika, and viewed all the biggest museums and galleries. Very soon, he discovered a technique that Czech artists are particularly fond of: painted stains running here and there and everywhere. Applying this technique, which is especially noticeable against the background of his posters, Konstantin Goretsky sends his warmest greetings to his Czech friends and hopes to find understanding in their hearts and minds.





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