"One is even alarmed,
when looking at her works. I was deeply moved to see her amazing
fancy, this union of the natural with the elements of the
other child’s drawings have ever impressed me so deep as those of
little Rusudan... A wonderful feeling seized me. Along with
admiration, I became chased by an inexplicable question that made me
anxious in the direct sense of the word. Who is this queer child? An
infant prodigy? An extraordinary talent? An anomaly of nature? An
abundantly gifted person? Or... This “or” follows me up to now, as an
unsolved phenomenon making me seek for the explication. “
"She has never been a
child even through her earliest drawings. Each of her works, as well
as the whole exhibition, pushes you to think, search, find out... And
all of this is caused by a subtle form, a smart line and an integral
composition, which are not subject to a logic analysis. Rusudan and
her drawings are incomparable."
"The general scheme of
Rusudan Petviashvili’s work is as abstract and isolated as music...
Her paintings cannot be compared with anything. She is a phenomenon, a
new blazing-up of talent."
picture, being hung on the wall, has to be judged by a scholar. And it
we take a fact – a fact without attachments – he will say what he has
to. But if we consider this fact with the attachments it will be shown
that it is as complex and complicated a phenomenon as to be impossible
to explore and throw lights upon by any of one-branched experts.
Today, this phenomenon is well-spoken. No doubt, it will be spoken
When you face her work,
try to spare half an hour. Then spend this time in front of any single
picture. Stand there and contemplate it. Quite soon, you will feel
some invisible channels opening within you, will feel a huge light and
a huge clarity – a momentary sensation of catharsis – entering you...
However, it is not a catharsis. It is rather a need of it, and this
means that the goal of art is achieved."
first impression is that you are disarmed. You face the vivifying
imprints of a furious and dizzy fantasy. Instinctively, being
suggested by some subconscious force, you look for a familiar moment
common for the earthly life, undoubted and reliable, you look for that
daily surrounding or atmosphere where it could be thinkable such a
feast of imagination... By one word, you look for a contact with the
reality, and you are puzzled."
Because here you see
neither traditional styles nor still lives and landscapes as well as
no illustrations and striking reminiscences... The fancy procreates
here most dynamic, dizzy, rampant plays that have neither origin nor
end... Our consciousness is invaded by a thoroughly alien world, which
has its own rules of existence.
One may infinitely speak of this
painter. However, the theme is inexhaustible, and if you would still
like to say something then better to dwell upon the essential as far
as the nature of Rusudan Petviashvili’s talent is as ungraspable as
her works themselves.”
at the drawings of Rusudan Petviashvili, you see for oneself the
truthfulness of the laconic saying of the greatest of wise men that
knowledge is remembrance...
Unaccountably, suggested by the Divine
Will, the magic hand of the painter irrepressibly draws fine lines
turning into constellations of scarcely distinguishable dots and
sprinklings. Through the latter, as through the life-giving
capillaries, there grow exotic tissues of sprouts carrying along with
them the images of some refined airy creatures either sitting,
weightlessly and solemnly, on those sprouts or freely soaring in the
air. These images do neighbourhood with some mysterious sacramental
signs or some fatal symbolic ghost-monsters vigilantly guarding their
fair prisoners. And all of this is beheld not on an anarchically
narrow local background, but on a large cosmic scale. The young
painter shades her picture with the presence of some alien Spirit,
never reducing the strain of the spectator who is gradually imbued
with a sensation of a hazy anxiety, an infinite hope and a bright joy
emanating from each of Rusudan’s works…