
Tamar Nadiradze
Tamar Nadiradze's second solo show at Gallery 4710
Project Info
- đź’™ Gallery 4710
- đź’š Nini Darchia
- đź–¤ Tamar Nadiradze
- đź’ś Nini Darchia
- đź’› Sera Dzneladze
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Going away, watercolour on paper, 60 x 50 cm, 2023
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Gallery 4710 is thrilled to present Tamar Nadiradze's second solo show "As if I fell asleep."
The show showcases artist's latest series of works, which were created for this specific exhibition and unites 7 artworks in watercolour on paper, which are cognitive style of Tamar.
Main theme of Tamar's paintings is always human, as a main character around whom the events unfold. The object of her observation is the generalization of a character as an object and the sharing of a common experience. The plots reflect on recent events and are the attempts of response to important issues, which are played out in various absurd mise-en-scènes. For the author, what is important is not so much a specific appearance, instead how people react to it, what decisions they make, or what the consequences will be.
In the series of works presented on the exhibition, the author uses two important symbols, fabric and roots, as a tool to break down the common meaning.
Along with the text of the exhibition, you will find the poem "Elegy" written by Ilia Chavchavadze on June 4, 1859, which echoes the themes that the artist worked on.
ELEGY
The full-orbed moon her lustre sheds
And floods the land with lambent light.
The snowy ridge of distant mounts
Dissolves into the heavens bright.
Deep quiet holds the breath of night;
My mother-land in silence lies,
Yet oft is heard an anguished moan
As Georgia in her slumber sighs.
I stand alone... The mountains, shades,
The slumber of my land caress.
O God! O God! when will we wake
And rise again to happiness?
Nini Darchia