What’s with the Russian?

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Their world didn’t allow them to take things easily, didn’t allow them to be sane, virtuous, happy. What with mothers and lovers, what with the prohibitions they were not conditioned to obey, what with the temptations and the lonely remorses, what with all the diseases and the endless isolating pain, what with the uncertainties and the poverty—they were forced to feel strongly.

—A Brave New World

I have been signing my paintings in Cyrillic for years (often forgetting the mark above the the ee kratkoye, but the general meaning can still be sussed out). Of course, the practice raises some questions, especially now with Russia conspiracy talk renewed.

No, I’m not Russian. Although I studied the language quite a bit, I barely speak it now. Even at my best, my manner of speech was as peculiar as any student of a language who fails to abandon the habits of their own.

My studies of Communism as practiced by the Soviet Union were only a little more successful. My best general impression could be distilled into a woefully inadequate synopses: it started as a religious devotion to the Lysenskoist method of reinventing mankind. This brand of communism was wrapped in unhealthy doses of deceptive sociology before imposing it on its people. The goal was to create a society capable of perpetuating conditions deemed necessary to force evolution, the very science of which had long ago been discredited.

So with that thought, I’ve always been reluctant to sign my work before, but now signing in Cyrillic seems especially appropriate.

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