Artology: Private Moon by Leonid Tishkov

Awhile ago I came across this poetic artwork by a Moscow based designer, Leonid Tishkov. This artwork is inspired from problem we all face in the real world - time.  We have to face problems of life and death, loss and gain, the moon and the sun.  Even though we can turn to someone for support of our problems, in the end we are still alone.  As everyone, everything in the world is suffering from the same problem, the artist suggested an idea that we, like everything else, are the center of the universe and are comparable to the Moon.

"Private Moon" is a visual poem about a man and a fallen Moon.  The Man crossed the boundary of the two worlds, into his dream and protected his imagination, creating a real world fairytale.  Each photograph, by Boris Bendikov, is accompanied by a short verse written by Tishov.  "Private Moon" is an on-going project, which the Moon journeys through a lot of cities and has exhibition. 

Below is the original photographs and poem by the artist.  Please visit his personal blog to read more about the project and for more photos in other cities and exhibitions. 

Like Magritte’s
Day and Night
The moon was stuck in a pine tree’s crown
a needle adhered to its radient sleeve

The sky is near.
Open the attic and you’ll see
there next to the wasp nest
rings the blinding light
of the lost moon

Open the closet
there among the old coats, the moon
hides from people

Autumn is so chilly
even the moon has caught a cold

I cross the dark river
to the high bank
where the lunar evergreens grow

I grope about in the dark
carrying the heavenly light on my back
in a swarm of sparkling bees

The Moscow Moon
in a starless sky
has sat down on the edge of a roof

I invite the moon to tea
like a lump of sugar
the damp night dissolves the moon in
an apple tree

After everyone has gone to bed
go to the window and there
the crescent moon has appeared to you

A bundle of light is the moon
on a sleigh. The sky
worries, when will he return?
Where have they taken him?

Like a lunar unicorn
Under the covers she
shines even brighter

The funeral of the moon-every morning
Come nightfall you discover the body of the newborn moon
and help return it to the sky
leaving a mere trace in the snow
a thawing light impression

Courtesy: Leonid Tishkov