In Search of Future Time
“Seryozha, I just came to finish the story.” Gadarine was a tall, beautiful Armenian girl whose sister, Milena, I had a chance to meet a year ago in a caligraphy class. Milena was drawn in my memory with long and slim lines of the caligraphic masterpieces I saw in her sheets. On the other hand, Gadarine was all about strict lines of Piet Mondrian and clean shades. Gadarine was an art historian, De Stijl expert. When I entered the small study room that evening, passing under paintings of Klimt, Schiele, Kokoka, Dali and a rough sketch by Picasso (a present given to my father in allegedly better days), I was thinking about a story she started exactly a week ago. The story was supposed to be about art.