Irina.iterartis

It’s remarkable to see how local histories and global experiences blend into something so powerful.

Just came back from the PinchukArtCentre. The exhibition for the 7th edition of the Future Generation Art Prize brings together 21 artists from all over the world—each with their own unique vision.

Despite their different backgrounds, are all exploring similar themes: identity, historical trauma, and collective healing.

And you can feel the connection they’ve made with Ukraine, blending in African traditions or Brazilian perception of time.

No apparent winner for me - all are worthy.

Breasts. An Exhibition Like No One Other. Bucharest. Art Safari.

It’s fascinating how something so natural has been both idealized and censored throughout history.

Reflection of society’s evolving views on the female body:

From sacred to profane,
desire and discomfort,
power and vulnerability.

The the artistic gaze mirrors our own cultural shifts and expectations.

Note to the Bucharest diaries: the way art challenges perceptions.

Schooling in summer.

Exactly one year ago, I joined the Royal College of Art Summer School, surrounded by over 20 talented individuals from various countries. This diverse mix brought a wealth of creative ideas and perspectives.

Our days were filled with project work and lively discussions, pushing our artistic boundaries. Early morning sessions with fellow students were some of the most memorable moments, where the energy and creativity in the room were palpable.

This experience wasn’t just about learning new skills—it was about embracing different viewpoints and the power of collaboration.

It was an exhilarating ride that fueled my passion and broadened my horizons.

Morning rituals: coffee in hand, and the latest auction catalogue from the house

Excited to see the incredible pieces up for bid.

The thrill of discovering hidden gems never gets old! 🏺

Quote of the day? 👇🏻

If Adolf had been accepted into the art school to become an artist, the history might have been written differently.

On my way to Academy of Fine Arts Vienna I had to check the way on Google maps.

Love the reviews.

He was rejected twice indeed.

Next time you are rejected, maybe a greater life path awaits you.

A quick path to art expertise.

It’s simple. You need to move to Sicily to become an expert.

At least an expert of the Renaissance period.

In popular literature, the word “maiolica” often refers to a variety of ceramic products: facing tiles, tiles, glazed ceramics.

However, real maiolica is an Italian invention, and therefore it is more correct to associate such a specific technique of double glazing under painting with products that have a specific place of origin - Italy of Renaissance

Here at every step you are surrounded by the art - at a table in a restaurant, a walk through the city, other unexpected places.

Pleasing to the eye.

Sicily. Not only Mafia. The roots in a story of passion, betrayal, jealousy and revenge.

The legend says that there lived a beautiful girl in the Arab quarter (in the heart of Palermo).

One day she was noticed by a Moor (muslim inhabitant in Middle Ages) who fell in love and then the two were overwhelmed by desire.

But there is a ‘but’.

The girl found out that her lover would soon travel back to the East, where a wife and children were waiting for him.

In a fit of incredible violence while he was asleep, she cut off his head and used it as a vase in which she planted a bud of basil.

The girl watered the plant with her tears and, as time went by, the basil grew luxuriantly.

The heady scent caused the envy of the girl’s neighbours, who immediately ordered ceramic vases with the same features as the Moor’s Head.

That’s how the beautiful girl started a tradition that is still in use (not cutting the head, just the pots & paintings - but I know only of the latter ones).

Digital imprint of you, me and Jesus Christ.

Little did I know that visiting Turin would lead me to question the intersection of science and faith.

I went to the the Chapel of the Holy Shroud.

Standing before the Shroud of Turin, I felt torn between skepticism and belief, unsure of what to make of the centuries-old artifact.

The Shroud of Turin is a length of linen cloth that bears a faint image of the front and back of a man. Of Jesus Christ.

The cloth that enwrapped the body of Jesus of Nazareth following his crucifixion, bearing a miraculous imprint of his form.

The shroud’s origin and historical narrative have ignited prolonged debates in academic circles and media outlets alike. So I am not the only one.

I saw countless images and videos in the church, last one from 2009, where scholars are working decades and centuries to get the real image of the face.

And then it hit me - could advancements in artificial intelligence someday unravel the mysteries of the shroud?

Will we see soon the 1:1 image of Jesus Christ?

Every year, I embark on a visual journey at , an annual event that unites the world's most impactful photos and their stories.

The event showcases profound images of natural disasters, the specter of wars, the looming crisis of water scarcity, and the reality of poor living conditions.

The paradox of our era strikes me, especially while I am in Vienna, #1 most liveable city in the world. It’s a reminder of the stark disparities in our world, where some revel in abundance and privilege while others yearn for even the most basic necessities.

Absolutely recommended. I keep the tradition of going no matter the city I am in.

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Seemingly innocent, wide-eyed child figures with piercing gazes and complex emotions. Yosh*tomo Nara. One of the most famous living Japanese artists.

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