Aluminium or the 4th Baku Biennale

For seven days (December 11 - December 18) the art world of Baku had a very busy schedule. More than 50 artists from different countries came here to show their work and openings of new exhibitions were happening every two to three hours. Amazingly, even the local Zoo was involved and had an installation unveiling on Sunday, December 13. Of course, when we came there on Friday 18 there wasn't any sign of it, but it was nice to know that animals had had some exposure to modern art.

Jokes aside there were very interesing works there. Among those who work with photo images two artists impressed me the most: Soody Sharifi, Iranian born Houston based photographer, and Thomas Kauneckas from Lithuania, who works a lot with fashion and advertising industry there.

Soody Sharifi brought just two photographs to Baku but they represented one of the main theme of her art – a dialogue between traditional and modern culture, their interactions on daily basis and, using her own words, " challenging Muslim expectations of propriety."

Soody Sharifi "Fatima"

Soody Sharifi "Grandma"

Tomas Kauneckas presented his version of Apocalispsis in attempt to attract viewers attention to importance of conserving energy and water. The title of the series "2039" speaks of the near future when people face the consequences of their careless attitude towards nature.

Tomas Kauneckas "2039"

Tomas Kauneckas "2039"

Susan Reese Horvitz, an American artist, who works with different media brought a variety of work to this event. Most unusual were her book like creations that will be donated to the Minuature Books Museum of Baku.

Christmas Cookies

Baking and decoration of Christmas cookies happened in our house house not long ago.

The first batch was festive and traditional.

Then creative juices started to flow and we got this, titled "Murder by Knife" and inspired by The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.

And this, titled "In the bathroom."

"Why such a subject?" the young artist was asked. "It is amusing to shock people," he answered.

It seems like my sons discovered the principle of many artists - épater le bourgeois.

In the Opera.

It is always interesting to go to the Opera and Ballet Theatre – the building itself, small unexpected additions to the classic, people watching, chatting with people – it is an experience. Today they performed “Traviata”. It was quite nice overall and the guest singer from Ukraine did have a very strong voice, borderline ultrasonic at times, but who impressed me the most was Azerbaijanian mezzo soprano, Sabina Asadova. Her voice is all depth and velvet, and she certainly has the presence on stage, which was a bit unfortunate for the leading lady. It will be interesting to see Ms. Asadova in some other production where she will have a bigger part.

Sitting and looking around the theatre made me want to tell you about this building. I like the story of its construction because it started not with a well thought out plan but with hurt feelings and desire of revenge.

Somewhere around 1910 one of the famous folk singers of Baku purchased a beautiful house for himself and decided to throw a housewarming party to celebrate this occasion. And it was the occasion to celebrate because this building (it houses SOCAR headquarters nowadays) considered to be one of the most beautiful ones in Baku at that time. Guests came from near and far, champagne was flowing, the music was playing, and laughter echoed in the night. But, two Bakuvian millionaires Daniel Mailov and his brother didn’t receive the invitation. Affronted by such an insult they brooded over revenge. Concluding that a duel wasn’t an option and being the businessmen as they were, they decided to build something just to outdo the offender. But what should they built?

Meanwhile a famous opera singer Antonina Nezhdanova came to visit Baku. She gave several concerts at various clubs, all with a great success. After finishing her tour she was invited to return to Baku but swiftly declined naming as a reason the lack of an opera house in the city. Daniel Mailov who was fond of Nezhadnaova’s wonderful soprano, immediately realized what he was meant to build. The Opera Theater, what else? Being a decisive man, he immediately invited the singer to return to the City of Wind in a year for the opening of the Opera House.

To construct a building in less than a year was quite a daring project especially since it had to confirm with many safety regulations. (A wise practice that should be reenstated here.) One of the millionaires of Baku, Zeynalabdin Taghiyev, who happened not long before these events to sponsor the construction of another theatre (present day Musical Comedy Theatre) doubted that time allotted to the project would be enough. Knowing men’s competitive nature it should not come as a surprise that Taghiyev and Mailov brothers made a bet – if Mailovs didn’t build the theatre on time, it would be given to Taghiyev as a gift; if the theatre was to be finished by 1911, the latter would have to cover all the building expenses. The Opera Theatre was finished in less than 10 months.

The theatre was opened in February of 1911 and Nezhdanova performed at the opening ceremony. Guests came from near and far, champagne was flowing, the music was playing, and laughter echoed in the night; all Bakuvian elite was present except ....– can you guess who didn’t receive the invitation?

And here, ladies and gents, some views of the theatre.

Outside

And Inside

Gurban Bayrami (“Eid-al-Adha”, Festival of Sacrifice)

Gurban Bayrami (“Eid-al-Adha”, Festival of Sacrifice) is celebrated in Azerbaijan this weekend. Eid-al-Adha, or the Festival of Sacrifice is celebrated in commemoration of the willingness of Prophet Ibrahim to sacrifice his son Ismayil on Mina Mountain as an act of his love and obedience to Allah. As Ibrahim was about to sacrifice his son, the knife didn’t cut and Allah instead provided a lamb as the sacrifice. This is why today all over the world Muslims sacrifice an animal (usually a goat or a sheep), as a reminder of Ibrahim’s obedience to God. The festivities begin 70 days after the end of Holy Ramadan and last for three days. The meat of the sacrificed animals is divided into three shares, one share for the poor, one share for relatives and neighbors, and the last to keep for oneself. In the evening people usually get together for a festive meal with family, friends and neighbors. It is customary then to remember all deceased relatives and friends. Since it is a deeply religious holiday, there is a special Holiday Namaz in mosques on that day.


A few days before the holiday we started to notice small herds of sheep along the highway and on the street that leads to a butcher shop. Some of these sheep were marked with red paint or had red ribbons tied around their horns. I was told that our neighborhood butcher shop will be very busy these days and I am torn between the desire of taking photos and inability to witness slaughter of the animals.
Speaking with various people I gathered that there are very specific rules on how to sacrifice an animal and how to divide the meat. A knife for sacrificing must be sanctified by a mullah; thean animal is supposed to be positioned between East and West, the points of the sun rising and setting; the blood of the animals is used for marking children’s forehead with a small red dot as a reminder of Ismayil.

Since not everyone can afford to buy a whole sheep, people often buy it together. The meat is divided in such a way that each person receives every part of the sacrificed animal - – i.e. if there are 10 people who share a sheep – each of them has to receive a part of a heart, liver, etc . It is sinful to sell meat of sacrificial animals; it has to be shared, and it is forbidden to drink alcohol during the feast of Eid al-Adha.

With all its layers it is a fascinating holiday – it’s essence is deeply religious; it satisfies physical hunger with a traditional feast; it provides a sensory overload with visuals of sheep being slaughtered; and it is deeply humane – it encourages people to share their riches with the less fortunate. It has the same spirit with Thanksgiving – giving something to others, be it in thanks or in food.

Along the highway

Neighborhood Butcher Shop

Happy Thanksgiving!

Today is Thanksgiving. We have a lot to be thankful for this year – our new house in a new country feels like home; the kids and us develop new friends and are blessed with the old ones; everybody in our close and far away family are in good health. But what I would like to focus on today are small and fleeting details that make life special – silence of the house in the early hours of the morning, unexpected “I love you, mom” from my boys, outburst of silly jokes coming from my usually serious husband, radiant splash of sun rays stretched across the sky, amazing discoveries that await me at every corner as long as I keep my eyes open.


Wishing you all a wonderful Thanksgiving,
Yours,
VC

A Day Off

"Shut up and be quiet," was written in red ink on a calendar for today. Having a day off in the middle of the week usually means that I pile all sorts of errands and social obligations there and as a result those days are eaten away by mad rush from one place to another. Not long ago I vowed to fill those off days only with things that bring pleasure and that phrase was my reminder.

After leisurely morning of catching up with emails I headed for the National Art Museum. The older building of the complex had some problems with electricity so I opted for the newly renovated building instead, which is located slightly higher up Niyazi Street. Besides its permanent exhibition it houses now a wonderful display of Central Asian Ikats brought to Baku by Victoria and Albert Museum. Centuries old, the ikat technique is a complex sequence of tie-dyeing silk threads to create elaborate patterns in striking colours. And those colours combination are really striking. I am deeply convinced that though these textiles reached a high point in production and popularity in nineteenth century Central Asia, they became inspiration to hippies all over the world. Just take a look....

Woman's dress with purple, pink and yellow design on an orange backgroundsize. Central Asia after 1900 Central AsiaAfter 1900 From the Rau collection; Image © V&A

Jokes aside this collection of ikat robes and hangings provide a great introduction to the inventive and colourful ikat fabrics of Central Asia.

The rest of the second floor is devoted to the works of Azerbaijani artists. There were many interesting paintings there but vibrant blue images of Sattar Bahlulzade's works and wooden sculptures of Omar Eldarov were among my favourites. The first floor I had to skim since I was running out of time but the collection of Russian artists there was surprisingly impressive. (They have Kuindzi there, and Aivazovski, and Tropinin and, amazingly. Brulov, to name just a few.)

My next stop was The Tea Party at the Turkish Embassy. And what a treat it was! There was a wonderful dance and music performance by the kids, a short documentary about Turkey, plenty of delicious finger food and hand on demonstration of traditional Turkish drawing/printing technique. OK, I am not sure if it can be called drawing because it is more like drawing on water except it isn't water but some mix of water and oil (?). It is said that picture costs thousand words so .....

At first it looks like this,



Then you carefully place paint here and there trying not to disturb the surface too much;


After you come to conclusion that it is enough colour, you take a long needle and draw, lightly, very lightly, whatever you want, using the needle as if you are using a wand.

Now, cover your creation with a list of paper and carefully pull it towards yourself...

Voila, your "print" is ready!



Of course,professional results look like that...

The "Shut up and be quiet" reminder has obviouslybeen ignored today, but all the things I did were a pure delight.

The Look of November

I cannot get over the fact that here in Baku we have palm trees and + 15 C in the middle of November.

Another Day, Another Bazaar.

The German Bazaar did took place on Sunday. And, it had more Christmasy things than IWC bazaar but... the place was way too small for a big crowd and the prices were too steep for most of the offerings. A tad disappointing, truly, but I managed to snap a few festive photos.

Christmas Bazaar (IWC)

Here and there at certain time of the year Christmas bazaars are being organized. Today the International Women Club of Baku had its 15th Annual Charity Christmas Bazaar at Landmark, Rotunda. Let me tell you, it was packed. There were representatives from every art and craft field imaginable - dollmakers and quilt makers, dressmakers and soapmakers, jewelry designers and bakers, visual artists and florists. If you were looking for something to buy as a souvenir, you certainly would have found it there and if you were not looking for anything, you would have bought something anyway. So, what they had there:

Books and DVDs

Exquisite dolls,

Handmade quilts,

Lush plants,

Irresistible sweet confections

And this is just a minuscule part of what they had to offer.

What's that? You regret you have missed it? Well, next Sunday there will be a Christmas Bazaar at the German church, why don't you stop by?

A White Tent

Going to the store I saw a white tent sitting in the middle of the street. A wedding, was my immediate thought.


When I talked with a man standing outside he told me that the occasion wasn't joyful at all - the tent was erected in memory of his much loved and respected uncle who passed away. After the funeral people will come here to pay their respects. He let me took a glance inside and explained that tea and halva would be served there for all those who will come. This day is called hatir hedjasi and literally means a day of free visits, implying that no invitations are needed. The funeral repast will take place on the third, seventh and fortieth days after the death and on the first anniversary. There is a belief that on the third and the seventh day after death the soul of the deceased is still not gone and only after forty days it finally leaves. Since he seemed to be eager to talk I asked him if the mirrors were curtained in his uncle's house and he confirmed that it was indeed done because otherwise the soul of the deceased could be trapped inside. I asked him what was his fondest memories of his uncle. He was silent for a moment. "He was the best storyteller", he said, "I'll miss it the most."