The book of photography and drawings by Roman Korovin “Rock” includes an article by Victor Miziano and a foreword by Ilya Lagutenko in three languages—Latvian, English and Russian.
No story — no warmth. Even children know that a goodnight wish is not enough, if a fairytale is missing. Sasha and Misha make their last maneuver; the red and the yellow win over our body’s ama*. The rust on every leg of a bridge runs into a spot of a dawn and after the resurrection thousands of apple moons appear. Korovin has a marvellous ability to weave into the story everyday life: glasses, gloves, chisels, nails… “The poetics of Roman Korovin is assumedly determined by the anti-sublime poetics”—mentions Victor Miziano, the curator of the book in the afterword. The artist himself thinks that he’s shooting soulful postcards. “Like a message sent from a phone. It has it’s lightness. A human goes and takes photos. He got up in the morning, went—forrest—saw, bent down. Life is elemental. You are just observing.”