The Muses who housed in our museum have long ago been exiting the souls of the visitors and participants of the exposition. The nine sisters were pinching the visitors fingers, were touching their hairs, and every here and there flared up in the flying ink strokes on the paper, smoothly flew into Chinese, Arabic and Slavonic inscriptions, and streamed by leaving beautiful letters and words behind.
But yesterday, during the closing ceremony of the “Mystery of the world calligraphy” exposition, the fervent Muses wrested out. So, the big show began! Petr Chobitko took a brush and black ink and started writing right on the floor. The Chinese master Chen Wen Fu echoed him and, succumbed to the impulse, painted the column and the floor with the sayings of Chinese philosophers.
Transported with happiness, a French chansonnier and calligrapher Bruno Niver was effusing his verses and sang a touching romance, and then suddenly he dropped the microphone and started writing a fine monogram right under the wall, painted by the project author Alexey Shaburov personally.
A guest of the evening Mikhail Rakhlin all of a sudden sat at the piano and filled our calligraphy Helicon with the beautiful sounds of the old music. Hours slid by and the whole floor was painted and decorated with the beautiful fine words and phrases in Russian, English, Chinese, Arabic, French and many other languages. There was no empty space already on the floor, but the guests stayed still seized by the high art of calligraphy. The end of the art fest was marked by the laser message written in the dark Moscow sky by Petr Chobitko. Muse of Calligraphy ran the day.
And the show began!
Children are our beautiful future
Joint creative activity
The spirit of art was floating...
Two masters against the heart
The muses are living here
And a white column turned into a masterpiece
They created the art together
Nobody can be stopped
Here is, the masterpiece
The inspiration is somewhere near...
Poems...
Chansonnier and calligraphy
It is art as well
Care is always pleasant
The piano was playing in the perfect silence...
Tango as a present
In the same colours
A new participant and his new artwork
A message to the skies
Ice and Flame