This past weekend was the Madison Avenue Gallery walk, and one of the stops was to Vladimir Kush’s gallery, Kush Fine Art, at 24 E. 64th St., 2nd Floor, Manhattan.
When I walked into the gallery I was amazed. His paintings, at first glance, give off the warm radiance of superb realism; welcome familiarities, organic forms, terrestrial hues, all this but tweaked so that–even without the metaphorical representations he jams into every painting–brilliance and transcendentalism are infused within every image, contour and background. His sun’s are resplendent, his butterflies appropriately garish, his clouds ornate and dramatic.
Kush himself refers to his style as “metaphorical realism”, which is just a more intimate term for his brand of surrealism. I wouldn’t try to peg his work into any one category, though, just because he’s already created such a broad and diverse body of work that, while his pieces often contain similar images, they usually surprise you with their shift in style and theme. He’s not afraid to try different things.
Because Vladimir Kush’s work is so beautiful, and I definitely recommend checking out one of his galleries (he’s got several, see link on his name.) I found myself standing before his masterpiece, Metaphorical Journey, for about twenty minutes trying to absorb it all.