A Birthday Book for Olga
“Olga the Painter Lives in Saint Petersburg” 2026. Acrylic.
I made a zine (thank you for the lesson @jompy) for a painter friend in Russia. Over the past decade we have made each other birthday paintings. We mailed them for a while and then oligarchs took over the world. I’ll hold this for her until the last oligarch is vanquished, and we can travel freely as artist peasants with a little cash to spend.
Olga’s birthday painting for me back in January:
Художник Ron Throop, красные кардиналы и Роза 2026. Acrylic, 29 х 41 см
Translation: Artist Ron Throop With Red Cardinals and a Rose
The book before it was folded and glued.
I keep thinking about all the underlying meaning, all the magic, all that goes unsaid in this iceberg of humanity and encounters. All art is beautiful, but even more beautiful are the bridges that arise and enrich each other between artists who love art for art's sake. That magic happens and changes worlds, lives.
It's a gesture I'd like to make as much my own as I feel it is for you—something of immeasurable and fleeting value.
All that remains for me to say is: We are what we leave in the hearts of others. With admiration for @ronthroop.
What do you think of this, @wakeupkitty? Are you in? I'm waiting for mine. lol.
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Thank you for the insight, expressed beautifully.
This is my feeling also. I have no other reasons to be an artist other than what you’ve mentioned. You might be a national poet. People need what you have to say:)