«AHEAD OF REALITY»
THE EXHIBITION | 2020
ST PETERSBURG, RUSSIA
«AHEAD OF REALITY»
THE EXHIBITION| 2020
ST PETERSBURG, RUSSIA
PERFECTION, OF COURSE, COMES FROM NATURE AND THE MASTERS
WHO TRANSFORM IT INTO CERTAIN FORMS. THAT'S WHY WE DEDICATE
THIS EXHIBITION TO NATURAL BEAUTY AND THE ABILITY OF ARCHITECTS
TO CREATE HARMONY WITH A COMPUTER.
WHO TRANSFORM IT INTO CERTAIN FORMS. THAT'S WHY WE DEDICATE
THIS EXHIBITION TO NATURAL BEAUTY AND THE ABILITY OF ARCHITECTS
TO CREATE HARMONY WITH A COMPUTER.
OUR NEED IS FOR HARMONY AND ELEGANCE, TRANSLATING THEIR
MEANINGS INTO CREATIVE OBJECTS. IGOR SERGEEV, ANNA RUBLEVA,
GEORGY KRIVENTSOV ARE ARCHITECTS AT INGMAR ARCHITECTS.
THE BRIGHT STARS OF MY BUREAU, THE PEOPLE OF THE FUTURE -
MASTERS OF THEIR CRAFT WITH FINE TASTE CREATE CYBER-NATURE
WORKS. FROM NATURE TO NUMBERS AND BACK AND BACK TO NATU-
RE...
THE EDGE OF THE BAY AND THE TREES GUARDING THE JUNCTION
OF SOIL AND WATER, THE GLIDE OF LIGHT OVER THE TEXTURE AND TEX-
TURE OF THE LANDSCAPE, WHAT COULD BE MORE FASCINATING?
MEANINGS INTO CREATIVE OBJECTS. IGOR SERGEEV, ANNA RUBLEVA,
GEORGY KRIVENTSOV ARE ARCHITECTS AT INGMAR ARCHITECTS.
THE BRIGHT STARS OF MY BUREAU, THE PEOPLE OF THE FUTURE -
MASTERS OF THEIR CRAFT WITH FINE TASTE CREATE CYBER-NATURE
WORKS. FROM NATURE TO NUMBERS AND BACK AND BACK TO NATU-
RE...
THE EDGE OF THE BAY AND THE TREES GUARDING THE JUNCTION
OF SOIL AND WATER, THE GLIDE OF LIGHT OVER THE TEXTURE AND TEX-
TURE OF THE LANDSCAPE, WHAT COULD BE MORE FASCINATING?
"SINCE STONEHENGE, ARCHITECTS HAVE ALWAYS BEEN AT THE FOREFRONT OF TECHNOLOGY. AND TECHNOLOGY CANNOT BE SEPARATED FROM THE HUMAN AND SPIRITUAL ASPECTS OF CONSTRUCTION... ARCHITECTURE IS A PUBLIC ART, EACH PROJECT SHOULD BE RELATED TO THE LOCAL CULTURE AND CLIMATE"
НОРМАН ФОСТЕР
SPECIAL THANKS TO THE BELAYA RADUGA PHOTO LABORATORY AND
ITS LEADER, ILYA YAKOVLEV. A MASTER OF HIS CRAFT, HAS IMPLEMEN-
TED OUR IDEAS ON A SCIENTIFIC BASIS IN MODERN TECHNOLOGIES
AND MATERIALS WITH HIGH QUALITY.
ITS LEADER, ILYA YAKOVLEV. A MASTER OF HIS CRAFT, HAS IMPLEMEN-
TED OUR IDEAS ON A SCIENTIFIC BASIS IN MODERN TECHNOLOGIES
AND MATERIALS WITH HIGH QUALITY.
NATURE IS ABLE TO CREATE THE LANGUAGE OF ARCHITECTURE
«Архитектура клеток»
In the territory of the irrational
White ironing collars,
This is the perinatal period,
You pour indigo paint into the features.
The architecture of the cells is
called a nodule,
The Golden Ratio
Enclosed in the navel.
Attentive,
Take a sip
The Spirit,
Purify the damned,
And palm branches -
As a beginning and as a result
Awaken the spicy,
Porcelain craft
is an art of Life,
Let go of the paddle,
Let go of the paddle
and become an oral body.
So become the firstborn,
What the surface does not comprehend,
Something that paper cannot comprehend,
For you are literature itself.
What the lips will not comprehend,
Honesty, love, love, honesty -
In the territory of the irrational
White ironing collars,
This is the perinatal period,
You pour indigo paint into the features.
The architecture of the cells is
called a nodule,
The Golden Ratio
Enclosed in the navel.
Attentive,
Take a sip
The Spirit,
Purify the damned,
And palm branches -
As a beginning and as a result
Awaken the spicy,
Porcelain craft
is an art of Life,
Let go of the paddle,
Let go of the paddle
and become an oral body.
So become the firstborn,
What the surface does not comprehend,
Something that paper cannot comprehend,
For you are literature itself.
What the lips will not comprehend,
Honesty, love, love, honesty -
THE ONLY REALITY IS DREAMS
Clench your teeth harder,
Yes, see the naked one-sidedness.
May everything appear to everyone at once -
That is, by myself,
That is, neither this, nor even that -
And the vulgar fate,
That is, or it is,
What "is" is a characteristic of superstition, Take care of the irrational honor,
Run away from being too smart.
Run away from what it seems,
Ruffling, grating,
From what breaks,
Because he's afraid of himself,
From everything that does not repent,
From everything that rises,
Angry -
Anger is transmitted from eye to eye, Let it gurgle in you,
Let it glow -
From the beginning of life to death, a tear...
Imagine her half-gram on her deathbed libra,
And then drink it like jelly water.
And turn into the beauty of dew...
TINA KAVAL
Yes, see the naked one-sidedness.
May everything appear to everyone at once -
That is, by myself,
That is, neither this, nor even that -
And the vulgar fate,
That is, or it is,
What "is" is a characteristic of superstition, Take care of the irrational honor,
Run away from being too smart.
Run away from what it seems,
Ruffling, grating,
From what breaks,
Because he's afraid of himself,
From everything that does not repent,
From everything that rises,
Angry -
Anger is transmitted from eye to eye, Let it gurgle in you,
Let it glow -
From the beginning of life to death, a tear...
Imagine her half-gram on her deathbed libra,
And then drink it like jelly water.
And turn into the beauty of dew...
TINA KAVAL
CONCRETE WAVES
COLLECTION «THE STRESS»
«Through the eyes of others»
Where God lost track,
Where only the plantain gives a view,
Novy Gorod weaves a bracelet
From goosebumps running over the skin...
Man-made has its own grace -
People get bored in the alleys,
Time just straightened a strand,
The blueprints did not change the essence...
only after hesitation
Here
There was another warmth,
And there's gold on the dome.
In the future
If
it multiplied itself...
or maybe
It's all about the eyes.,
And the Soul,
Having been cleansed zealously,
Sees the city in authentic colors,
But still in the same optics...
TINA KAVAL
Where God lost track,
Where only the plantain gives a view,
Novy Gorod weaves a bracelet
From goosebumps running over the skin...
Man-made has its own grace -
People get bored in the alleys,
Time just straightened a strand,
The blueprints did not change the essence...
only after hesitation
Here
There was another warmth,
And there's gold on the dome.
In the future
If
it multiplied itself...
or maybe
It's all about the eyes.,
And the Soul,
Having been cleansed zealously,
Sees the city in authentic colors,
But still in the same optics...
TINA KAVAL
PROTECTION
BLACK BACKGROUND - A FEELING OF CLOSENESS
"The Art of presence"
It's the art of being present,
of holding a point without hesitation.,
Be the coordinate axis of the invisible,
Wrapped up in a temporary shift,
Being clear about the speculative...
is a spiritual practice.
Counting the fallen lily pads,
Stay inside for a long time,
To abandon any tactics,
And to say to myself, I'm sorry...
to lull a ragged self.,
Sing her lullabies,
Walk to the beat of the minute hand,
Conduct breathing scuba
diving of juniper oil,
You can also take on contours in shallow water .
Walking on pebbles,
To feel a step, being a step,
I am all that I know,
Everything I don't know,
Escaping,
From the umbilical cord of space,
Unraveling the riddle of the earth,
I'm a thread,
I am the answer,
I am the answer,
I am the answer
I am the seed of the blooming lotus,
The fractal equivalent,
The radiance of the Eternal Voice,
In the hands of the "now" tool...
TINA KAVAL
It's the art of being present,
of holding a point without hesitation.,
Be the coordinate axis of the invisible,
Wrapped up in a temporary shift,
Being clear about the speculative...
is a spiritual practice.
Counting the fallen lily pads,
Stay inside for a long time,
To abandon any tactics,
And to say to myself, I'm sorry...
to lull a ragged self.,
Sing her lullabies,
Walk to the beat of the minute hand,
Conduct breathing scuba
diving of juniper oil,
You can also take on contours in shallow water .
Walking on pebbles,
To feel a step, being a step,
I am all that I know,
Everything I don't know,
Escaping,
From the umbilical cord of space,
Unraveling the riddle of the earth,
I'm a thread,
I am the answer,
I am the answer,
I am the answer
I am the seed of the blooming lotus,
The fractal equivalent,
The radiance of the Eternal Voice,
In the hands of the "now" tool...
TINA KAVAL
PROTECTION
Tenderness takes over the city
And breaks bones
The entrenched self,
I'm coming to visit your Spirit.,
I trust providence.
It's a given...
the breath escapes through the throat,
Time is losing its right
Monitor, measure,
Fingers tap dancing on you,
It's a matter of life and death
to hug You...
It is the worship of nature itself. -
Get off at the intersection of two bodies,
To become a pause, bigger than the flesh itself, To discover that we are the gap.
This entails
Hearing loss,
Therefore, in languor, you shout past the notes, You go beyond the octaves of your own Spirit,
And the kiss ricochets into a limp mouth.
Here
And breaks bones
The entrenched self,
I'm coming to visit your Spirit.,
I trust providence.
It's a given...
the breath escapes through the throat,
Time is losing its right
Monitor, measure,
Fingers tap dancing on you,
It's a matter of life and death
to hug You...
It is the worship of nature itself. -
Get off at the intersection of two bodies,
To become a pause, bigger than the flesh itself, To discover that we are the gap.
This entails
Hearing loss,
Therefore, in languor, you shout past the notes, You go beyond the octaves of your own Spirit,
And the kiss ricochets into a limp mouth.
Here
TINA KAVAL
ONE CHANCE FOR TWICE
"Tenderness"
The lungs opened,
My back is rattling,
The interjections are replaced by succinct words, The room in the general chorus proclaims - yes!
May there be tenderness in this space, A fan like a centrifuge
Chasing hot steam,
Two people walk along the curb into sinfulness,
And where is sinfulness,
The gift is also hidden there.
A manuscript with the names of saints,
Or rather lovers,
Lists of those who passed from
unity to the kingdom of two,
The love of those who languish
, and all is forgiven for those in love.,
Hell is not for them,
Paradise is not for them,
Those who have known infinity
Bathed in tenderness,
Always diving over the edge...
My back is rattling,
The interjections are replaced by succinct words, The room in the general chorus proclaims - yes!
May there be tenderness in this space, A fan like a centrifuge
Chasing hot steam,
Two people walk along the curb into sinfulness,
And where is sinfulness,
The gift is also hidden there.
A manuscript with the names of saints,
Or rather lovers,
Lists of those who passed from
unity to the kingdom of two,
The love of those who languish
, and all is forgiven for those in love.,
Hell is not for them,
Paradise is not for them,
Those who have known infinity
Bathed in tenderness,
Always diving over the edge...
COLLECTION
«THE INVULNERABLE»
«THE INVULNERABLE»
COLLECTION
«ACCESSIBILITY HEURISTICS»
WATER IS A SOFT DECORATION FOR THE CITY
DON'T ASK THE WHALE HOW THE PLANKTON GROWS
"Let's be clean"
At the cloud sprinkler
The bucket was finally taken away,
Elephants are being led into the city
Purple, and in the subway,
To be more precise,
on Mayakovskaya Street.
God
Laughing in a work coat,
Changing the policy of rock...
Arrow translation -
Time has a new course,
He enters the church parish
A child and sings softly -
"Ave Maria, Ahhh" -
A tear of atonement -
A sacrifice for all our,
Let's not look away.
From those whose prayer
The world
has been warming for thousands of years,
Roughness is cut off with a razor,
Greed will fall from the axes,
Let's be as pure as
when the hand created it.
You, him, and me -
Who made the light,
Dropped it - "yes!"
TINA KAVAL
At the cloud sprinkler
The bucket was finally taken away,
Elephants are being led into the city
Purple, and in the subway,
To be more precise,
on Mayakovskaya Street.
God
Laughing in a work coat,
Changing the policy of rock...
Arrow translation -
Time has a new course,
He enters the church parish
A child and sings softly -
"Ave Maria, Ahhh" -
A tear of atonement -
A sacrifice for all our,
Let's not look away.
From those whose prayer
The world
has been warming for thousands of years,
Roughness is cut off with a razor,
Greed will fall from the axes,
Let's be as pure as
when the hand created it.
You, him, and me -
Who made the light,
Dropped it - "yes!"
TINA KAVAL
MAKE MISTAKES MORE OFTEN
ART IS A TOOL FOR STRENGTHENING ONESELF
COLLECTION
«DECENTRALIZATION»
Life is just a metaphor,
People are spaceships,
What is exchanged by barter
The fuel of a common soul.
The name is a spacesuit.,
Letter scales,
I'm a cowardly Judas.,
And I'm Yeushua.
This is a great happiness.
Just from the outside:
See how through the wrists
Two waves are intertwined.
Very poor,
To be honest, it's a multi-
layered speech charter,
He leaves a place,
He weaves a fractal...
People are spaceships,
What is exchanged by barter
The fuel of a common soul.
The name is a spacesuit.,
Letter scales,
I'm a cowardly Judas.,
And I'm Yeushua.
This is a great happiness.
Just from the outside:
See how through the wrists
Two waves are intertwined.
Very poor,
To be honest, it's a multi-
layered speech charter,
He leaves a place,
He weaves a fractal...
TINA KAVAL
CONTRAST
"I tell myself you can."
Dew drips from it -
Mysterious thoughts.,
I'm like when I was a kid with a wasp.
I'm having a dialogue about reality.
There is in the rattling of the wings
The magic of a summer day,
I and the wasp are one,
Imagine: me and the wasp...
I'm tired of being afraid,
I don't want to hide it -
there's nothing to cling to anymore.,
I want to give back.
I'll burn it out, distribute it,
On purpose,
The nuclear box inside -
I tell myself - you can -
Live with this world in love...
Mysterious thoughts.,
I'm like when I was a kid with a wasp.
I'm having a dialogue about reality.
There is in the rattling of the wings
The magic of a summer day,
I and the wasp are one,
Imagine: me and the wasp...
I'm tired of being afraid,
I don't want to hide it -
there's nothing to cling to anymore.,
I want to give back.
I'll burn it out, distribute it,
On purpose,
The nuclear box inside -
I tell myself - you can -
Live with this world in love...
COLLECTION
«THE GOLDEN SEA»
COLLECTION
«THE BUDS»
COLLECTION
«COPPER CITY»
"Night Hopak"
You can hold time in your fist,
Someone is scattering oats.,
The city is chewing with gusto
Benzene Bitter Glands,
Girl with a spiral dress
The thinning smoke will swirl,
the bartender will give out a tablet
In a glass to those who are unloved.
The neck of the highway of dreams
It stretches incongruously,
Someone brought themselves
I am glad to sacrifice it.
Someone was sitting between them.,
The devil is tired of idleness,
A demon is an angel exactly like that.
Reflections through.
Divided in half
Dislocated Night -
Someone finds the bedlam,
Do you want to help? Laugh...
laugh, love, sparkle,
Pressing the darkness down to it,
The stars exploded long ago -
Drink this life to your heart's content...
TINA KAVAL
You can hold time in your fist,
Someone is scattering oats.,
The city is chewing with gusto
Benzene Bitter Glands,
Girl with a spiral dress
The thinning smoke will swirl,
the bartender will give out a tablet
In a glass to those who are unloved.
The neck of the highway of dreams
It stretches incongruously,
Someone brought themselves
I am glad to sacrifice it.
Someone was sitting between them.,
The devil is tired of idleness,
A demon is an angel exactly like that.
Reflections through.
Divided in half
Dislocated Night -
Someone finds the bedlam,
Do you want to help? Laugh...
laugh, love, sparkle,
Pressing the darkness down to it,
The stars exploded long ago -
Drink this life to your heart's content...
TINA KAVAL
REFLECTION
COLLECTION
«AIR MOVEMENT»
SPRING
COLLECTION
«NEGATIVE TEMPERATURE»
COLLECTION
«WHATEVER YOU WANT?»
COLLECTION
«DENSITY»
LISTEN!
HAPPINESS
HAPPINESS
THE AUTHORS OF THE PROJECT
INTERIORS BY INGMAR ARCHITECTS