Flash Modigliani. Oblivion of love.

The series of marble panels "Wandering through the casino of Montparnasse" is represented by 12 works. In each of the works, we will see a tandem of thoughts and creativity of two great masters - former residents of Ulia.

- Hi, Haim, you look bad today, however, as always. Did you sleep again and write all night?

- I was waiting for you to come, Modi, you're right, writing. Did you bring your sketches? We agreed that we would try to combine our work and present them in a new way...

Soutine looked completely unimportant, and it is understandable: the maestro of the brush has not slept for several nights, taking out his heroes on glued canvases. The poor Jewish youth was extremely unstable morally, he could be taken out of balance by any word. But when he was creating, it was as if he was coming off the ground. He wrote beautiful people, but his special look seemed to see the whole underbelly of the sitter's soul, its whole essence. From that, all of Chaim's paintings have always been a "cold shower" for perception. His subtle personality was strikingly sharp in catching all manifestations of mental human torment

Sitting in such a familiar place for Sutin - in the corner of the room, he fell asleep. And Amadeo worked on an old, rewritten and stitched canvas. And he knew for sure that their creativity together with Haim would break through all the gray masses, stubborn beliefs and blow up the entire bohemian world.

Amadeo, such a bright charismatic Italian, somehow quietly became a friend of a lost, suede in his mind, poor Jewish boy from a large family. Unlike Sutin, focused only on his painting, Modigliani was almost always in only two states: either he was drunk, or he was in love with unconsciousness. But he may have been in the third - he drank in love, experiencing difficult heart moments. So now Modi brought a sketch of a young nymph, in the features of which the grace of Akhmatova, such an unattainable star of his, his Muse, was guessed.

A graceful girl lies on the velvet cloth of a gambling table, turning away from the viewer. She is a mystery. Does the viewer sitting opposite the table know her by the brush of Soutin, who is so up