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Sergey Alexandrovich Alferov. A large collection of Alferov's works is available for sale; prices and photos of the works are available upon request.

His art intricately fuses high aesthetics and folkloric sources, the ornate quality of modernism and the quivering sensitivity of Dadaism, the fathomless depth of symbolism and the tangible physicality of Russian lubok, painterly refinement and 'raw' graphic concreteness. Yet, all this together is not the amateurism of a seeking neophyte, nor is it eclecticism, but a transfer of powerful spiritual experience, a gateway into the intimate, the secret, an approach to the origins of all beginnings.

Sergey Alferov is one of those about whom it is said that they are not quite of this world. His way of life is uncomfortable and irrational. He has renounced household comforts and has settled in one of the artist communes on the outskirts of Moscow among wandering philosophers, hippies, tramps, and eccentric painting fanatics. His bed is a sleeping bag. His table is a crate from glass containers. Yet he is open to all cosmic energies, absorbing them eagerly and passionately, rushing to capture and record the revelations he receives.

However, Sergey Alferov is not merely a medium, coldly and dispassionately recording the directions of astral winds. His gaze is first and foremost turned to the most ancient recesses of consciousness. From vanished centuries and civilizations, he draws what is most relevant today. The signs of the perished and non-existent must be deciphered, if only for a timid attempt at personal salvation—perhaps, even unconsciously and fragmentarily reproducing these incomprehensible symbols, the artist manages to make contact with higher forces. At the same time, he leads us, the viewers, along. The level of our 'intellectualism' does not matter here—in the end, prayers are uttered even by those who do not understand the meaning of their words.

Magic, in principle, is accessible to everyone. The difference is that we draw 'circles,' 'crosses,' and 'triangles' without ever thinking of the consequences (it just doesn’t come to our minds). The initiated approach the matter professionally. Hence, why an encounter with their art makes the heart ache so sweetly. Only by superhumanly loving this world can one learn to transform simple, unpretentious things into vast, generalized categories. For the care-burdened philistine, the whale, the elephant, or the turtle are merely zoological specimens. And, alas, few are left of the madmen who, without the slightest doubt, consider them the sacred foundation of the earth.

Fortunately, Seryozha Alferov is one of these 'deluded ones' (he draws turtles encompassing all existence at once). His 'inner,' subjective is so fused with the 'outer,' objective that one involuntarily recalls the fundamental dialectical postulate: nature created man to know itself. It is not the artist’s fault that the reality he reveals does not coincide with generally accepted notions.

How national is Sergey Alferov’s art? On one hand, it is convenient to answer this by referring to the cosmic nature of the Russian soul (after all, his work has absorbed and reflected the scents of many 'distant, wondrous lands'). On the other hand, he is so dissolved in primeval esoteric traditions, so spiritually assimilated that, at first glance, he has become ethnically atrophied beyond recovery. Nevertheless, his departure into 'inner emigration' did not entail a break with the 'Russian quintessence'—and you need to understand at least a little about the nuances of the Eastern, kaif-like worldview to glimpse, amid the shimmering outlines of Andersen’s spires and attics, the romance of other geographic spaces, to sense the pungent smell of wild Polovtsian steppes, to hear the soft neighing of mares grazing at night. Truly, the more fantastic and unreachable the goal set by Russian artists, the farther their rebellious spirit strives from native soil, the more at ease they feel, the more intricate, fathomless, and original their legend becomes, the greater their contribution to the treasure trove of world culture.

Sergey Alferov, that lonely Russian semi-Taoist, semi-Sufi, wandering with a tattered umbrella through centuries and legends, presents us with his gentle, touching revelations—and beckons us into boundless, unknown distances.

Igor Dudinsky

Lot No. 5401
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CountryRussia

Year1978

Artist ALFEROV SERGEI ALEKSANDROVICH

Size108х72.5

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Lot location LocationMoscow ( 77 )

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