TOO HUMAN. Bohdan Sokur at RA Gallery

From the past. It is unlikely that today we will see on the street what the author conveys in his paintings: an elderly man is dissatisfied over a newspaper page.

A gloomy crowd is hurrying along a gray city street, and only one man has stopped at a bookstall, looking through the publications with a frown, in unison with the general mood.
The art and chess lover is smiling with satisfaction, apparently having thought out a combination, and on the wall, in addition to the paintings, a mirror shows his own image, doubling his chances of winning.

And this man on a very narrow vertical canvas is peering through the crack of an ajar door, deciding whether to let the outside world inside, or maybe not?

Sketches of city life and places in the city that are special to the author.

There is something sincere and real in these works, as in the past, when there were drawings, not memes, and they spoke gently, leaving room for thought, not shouting in a capsule.

Like fables-with a sly smile, elusive, without a spelled out message.

Not a screaming call “understand me this way, I have already thought for you, drawn, formulated, and order you to laugh here,” but a gentle invitation to just look closely, to sit on a nearby park bench, or on the third chair at the chess table. And it will go from there.

It's too bookish, too sincere. Too human.

Text: Kateryna Dobrovolska, Imagine Point.

Photo: Kateryna Dobrovolska, RA Gallery