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About Genna

Baltimore County

Genna Gurvich's picture
1997- to present lives and works in Baltimore 1980-1985 attended St Petersburg State Academy of Art & Design St. Petersburg, Russia 1972-1976 attended Kiev Art & Design College, Kiev, Ukraine 1957 born Kiev, Ukraine Exhibitions 2016 Levels of Abstraction, Broadway Gallery, Alexandria, VA 2011 Abstraction and Realism, Ratner Museum, Bethesda, MD 2010-2011 Personal Space, Positron Gallery, Baltimore, MD 2009 Existence, International Gallery, Sewickley, PA 2009 Russian Spirit II, Art... more

Smell of Absence. Russia

I was a child in the summer when I was taken to my grandmother in a small town.

We lived in a house for two families. The second half of the house was empty for a long time and began to decay. There was a question about its demolition.

I was allowed to go inside with adults. There, I was struck by two things:

everywhere there was dust a few fingers thick and everything smelled strange. I asked an adult:

- What does it smell like?

- This is a long absence of the owner.

Much later, I realized that such a fragrance could belong to a house, a street, a city, a country ...

  • Smell of Absence. Russia

    I was a child in the summer when I was taken to my grandmother in a small town. We lived in a house for two families. The second half of the house was empty for a long time and began to decay. There was a question about its demolition. I was allowed to go inside with adults. There, I was struck by two things: everywhere there was dust a few fingers thick and everything smelled strange. I asked an adult: - What does it smell like? - This is a long absence of the owner. Much later, I realized that such a fragrance could belong to a house, a street, a city, a country ...

Smell of Absence. Baltimore

I was a child in the summer when I was taken to my grandmother in a small town.

We lived in a house for two families. The second half of the house was empty for a long time and began to decay. There was a question about its demolition.

I was allowed to go inside with adults. There, I was struck by two things:

everywhere there was dust a few fingers thick and everything smelled strange. I asked an adult:

- What does it smell like?

- This is a long absence of the owner.

Much later, I realized that such a fragrance could belong to a house, a street, a city, a country ...

Smell of Absence. Baltimore. Cont.

I was a child in the summer when I was taken to my grandmother in a small town.

We lived in a house for two families. The second half of the house was empty for a long time and began to decay. There was a question about its demolition.

I was allowed to go inside with adults. There, I was struck by two things:

everywhere there was dust a few fingers thick and everything smelled strange. I asked an adult:

- What does it smell like?

- This is a long absence of the owner.

Much later, I realized that such a fragrance could belong to a house, a street, a city, a country ...

Smell of Absence. Baltimore. Movie

I was a child in the summer when I was taken to my grandmother in a small town.

We lived in a house for two families. The second half of the house was empty for a long time and began to decay. There was a question about its demolition.

I was allowed to go inside with adults. There, I was struck by two things:

everywhere there was dust a few fingers thick and everything smelled strange. I asked an adult:

- What does it smell like?

- This is a long absence of the owner.

Much later, I realized that such a fragrance could belong to a house, a street, a city, a country ...

Smell of Absence. Detroit

I was a child in the summer when I was taken to my grandmother in a small town.

We lived in a house for two families. The second half of the house was empty for a long time and began to decay. There was a question about its demolition.

I was allowed to go inside with adults. There, I was struck by two things:

everywhere there was dust a few fingers thick and everything smelled strange. I asked an adult:

- What does it smell like?

- This is a long absence of the owner.

Much later, I realized that such a fragrance could belong to a house, a street, a city, a country ...

Smell of Absence. Detroit. Cont.

I was a child in the summer when I was taken to my grandmother in a small town.

We lived in a house for two families. The second half of the house was empty for a long time and began to decay. There was a question about its demolition.

I was allowed to go inside with adults. There, I was struck by two things:

everywhere there was dust a few fingers thick and everything smelled strange. I asked an adult:

- What does it smell like?

- This is a long absence of the owner.

Much later, I realized that such a fragrance could belong to a house, a street, a city, a country ...

Smell of Absence. Jackson

I was a child in the summer when I was taken to my grandmother in a small town.

We lived in a house for two families. The second half of the house was empty for a long time and began to decay. There was a question about its demolition.

I was allowed to go inside with adults. There, I was struck by two things:

everywhere there was dust a few fingers thick and everything smelled strange. I asked an adult:

- What does it smell like?

- This is a long absence of the owner.

Much later, I realized that such a fragrance could belong to a house, a street, a city, a country ...

Smell of Absence. St Louis

I was a child in the summer when I was taken to my grandmother in a small town.

We lived in a house for two families. The second half of the house was empty for a long time and began to decay. There was a question about its demolition.

I was allowed to go inside with adults. There, I was struck by two things:

everywhere there was dust a few fingers thick and everything smelled strange. I asked an adult:

- What does it smell like?

- This is a long absence of the owner.

Much later, I realized that such a fragrance could belong to a house, a street, a city, a country ...

Renaissance. Movie

  • Renaissance

    The photographs of an Auschwitz prisoner Wilhelm Brasse taken at the concentration camp for the Nazis. The Reich was obsessed with bureaucratic records and setup ‘Erkennungsdienst,’ the photographic identification unit. Concerning Brasse's work, a three-quarter frame with a prison headgear was required. Each subject calmly posed for the camera, following the directions of the photographer. Each prisoner stares off to the side, a little upward, as in many portraits done 500 years ago.

Renaissance

The photographs of an Auschwitz prisoner Wilhelm Brasse taken at the concentration camp for the Nazis. The Reich was obsessed with bureaucratic records and setup ‘Erkennungsdienst,’ the photographic identification unit.

The camp’s commander discovered Brasse’s much needed technical skills to better document The Final Solution.

Concerning Brasse's work, a three-quarter frame with a prison headgear was required. Not yet fully emaciated, each subject calmly posed for the camera, following the directions of the photographer. Each subject stares off to the side, a little upward, as in many painterly portraits done at the time of the Renaissance. Open faces, accompanied with a beret, evoke many of the anonymous men of Renaissance painting.

Quietness, a calming atmosphere… a couple minutes of the Human Condition

gave these prisoners a gift from the Past. Unexpected parallels of times, conditions, dignity ... stand against a particular evil. Renaissance as the law of survive.

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