Russian Version. English Version and Photos in the end of the post.
Для каждого из нас неотъемлемой частью жизни является семья. В семье всегда можно найти опору, это, наверное, единственные люди, которые тебя никогда не предадут, люди, способные простить, понять и оправдать бОльшую часть твоих ошибок, ну и конечно же, семья – это люди, которые любят тебя просто за то, что ты – это ты.
Конечно, каждый человек считает свою семью особенной, для каждого его родители самые лучшие. Не буду говорить, что наша семья идеальна, но одно я знаю точно, она ОСОБЕННАЯ, не похожая на другие семьи. В семье, где папа художник, мама куратор и директор галереи, которая плюс ко всему находится прямо у тебя дома, расти было нескучно. Сколько себя ни помню, каждый день к нам приходили толпы людей, смотрели, покупали, болтали или просто проходили мимо. В 90-х годах наша галерея (Salon Natаsha) была первой частной галереей авангардного (но не подпольного) искусства в Ханое, поэтому наш дом был местом для общения молодых (и не очень) и талантливых людей.. не только художников, но и поэтов, певцов, танцоров. Даже сейчас я часто вспоминаю: вечером, комната 50кв.м., завеса из сигаретного дыма, за маленьким столиком сидели человек двадцать…все разговаривали, пили настойку (а у нас была самая лучшая лечебная настойка на травах))))), спорили.. Столько разных людей, объединенных одной и той же страстью – искусство. А каждая выставка для меня была самым радостным и веселым событием, которое я ждала, наверное, больше, чем Новый год! На открытие приходили сотни знакомых, все было в огнях, смех, веселье.. А после выставки все направлялись отмечать в ресторан, а потом в бар. Самое удивительное то, что когда я была маленькой, меня брали в бары гораздо чаще, чем когда я стала ученицей 6 класса. Кто-то осудит моих родителей (хотя, в основном на различные мероприятия и «тусовки» мы ходили с мамой))), но я считаю, в этом нет ничего плохого… Я ходила в детстве в бары, вокруг меня все курили и пили, но мне 20 и я не пью, не курю и почти никогда не хожу в клубы… Может быть, это потому что все приелось уже в детстве?:))) Мне вообще кажется, что людям, злоупотребляющим выпивкой, курением, клубами и т.д., людям, которые возводят тусовку в стиль жизни, просто им очень долгое время родители все это запрещали, а запретный плод, ой как сладок))), поэтому люди и пускаются во все тяжкие, как только вылетают из родового гнездышка… В нашей семье ничего не запрещалось (естественно, мне не разрешали пить и курить в 5 лет!)), но мне самой это было не нужно… В моей семье царствовала демократия, где во главе государства была мама. Родители были очень толерантными людьми, именно они воспитали во мне терпимость к людям разной национальности (у нас были знакомые со всех частей света), спокойно относиться к сексуальным меньшинствам (как я могу плохо относиться к геям, когда мой любимый дядя Эрик (близкий друг семьи) был геем, да и вообще большая часть художников (кроме моего папы, естественно:РJ), если не бабники, то геи))).
Вернемся к истории… С 1996 года мой папа становится известным художником Азии, и они с мамой начинают путешествовать. Австралия, Новая Зеландия, Гонг Конг, Германия, США, Сингапур– это небольшой список мест, где побывали мои родители.. К сожалению, меня никто с собой не брал по причине малого возраста и школы.. Каждый раз, когда родители уезжали на выставку, я оставалась дома с бабушкой (которой надо вообще посвятить отдельный пост))…
С 2004 года дела начинают идти как-то не очень хорошо, в Ханое открываются одна за другой коммерческие галереи, и мои родители решают прекратить свою деятельность и галерея становится просто папиной студией. С тех пор у нас тихая, спокойная жизнь.. Никаких выставок, никаких вечеринок…
Ах да, забыла добавить, что каждое лето в Ханое наступало затишье, потому что все разъезжадись по домам.. Мы ничем не отличались от других и тоже уезжали на лето в Астрахань к бабушке с дедушкой..
В общем-то, вот вкратце описание обстановки, в которой я росла.. Наверное, все-таки длинновато, но надеюсь, было нескучно… Следующий пост посвящу своей родословной…
Фото после английского варианта)
English
For each of us our family is very important. The family will always support you, probably they are the only people who will never betray you, people who can forgive and understand your mistakes, and sure, only family would love you because you are you.
Of course, everyone believes that his family is special, for everyone his parents are the best. I won’t say that our family is perfect, but one thing I know for sure, it"s not the same as other families. In a family where father an artist (Vu Dan Tan) and mother (Natalia Kraevskaia) is a curator and director of the gallery that is right in your house, it wasn’t boring to grow up here. Every day so many people came to our house looking for something, buying, chatting, or just passing by. In the 90s our gallery (Salon Natasha) was the first private gallery of avant-garde (but not underground) art in Hanoi, so our house was a place for communication of young (and old) and talented people - not only artists but also poets, singers and dancers. Even now I often think of the evenings in Salon Natasha, the room 50 sq.m., the veil of cigarette smoke, there was about twenty people sitting around a small table ... talking, drinking “ruou thuoc” (we had the best herbal vodka in Hanoi ))))), arguing . So many different people united by the same passion - art. And each exhibition had been really exciting, joyful and crowded, it had been the event that I was waiting for even more than a New Year and Xmas! At the opening hundreds of friends were coming, the whole space was in lights, everybody laughed a lot .. And after the exhibition, we always went to a restaurant to celebrate it, and then to the bar. The most amazing thing is that when I was little, my mom took me to the bars more often than after I passed to the 6th grade. Someone can blame my parents (though most of the "parties" we visited with my mother))), but I think there is nothing wrong ... I went to bars where everybody was smoking and drinking, but I'm 20 now and I do not drink, do not smoke and almost never go to clubs ... Maybe it's because I’ve seen enough it in the childhood already ?:))) I do think that people who are fond of drinking, smoking, clubs, etc., people who make partying their lifestyle, probably couldn't do it before because their parents had forbidden them to drink and to go to bars , and we always try to do what’s forbidden))), so that’s why many young people go crazy, as soon as they leave their families ... In my family nothing was forbidden (of course, I was not allowed to drink and smoke when I was 5!)), but I didn’t need it ... In my family reigned real democracy (like in ancient Greece), where the head of state was my mother. My parents were very tolerant people, they fostered tolerance toward people of different nationalities in me (we had friends from all parts of the world), they cultivated calm attitude to sexual minorities (how can I treat gays badly, when my favorite uncle Eric (a close family friend ), was gay, and indeed most of the artists too (except for my dad, of course: P) if not womanizers then they were gay.
Returning to the story ... Since 1996, my dad quite a famous artist in Asia, and they began to travel with my mother. Australia, New Zealand, Hong Kong, Germany, USA, Singapore, this is a small list of places that my parents visited .. Unfortunately, they didn’t take me with them, because I was small and had to go to school .. Each time the parents traveled to the exhibitions, I stayed at home with my grandmother ...
Since 2004 many commercial galleries were opening in Hanoi one after another and business became not as successful as before, so my parents decided to stop their activities and the gallery turned into my father's studio. Since then we have a quiet, peaceful life .. Not any shows, not any parties ...
Oh yeah, I forgot to add that every summer Hanoi’s cultural life was “dying”, because everybody had vacations .. We weren’t exception and had been spending summer holidays in Astrakhan with my grandparents ..
In general, it's a brief description of the situation in which I grew up .. Probably still too long, but I hope it wasn’t boring ... next post will be about my ancestors...
Of course, everyone believes that his family is special, for everyone his parents are the best. I won’t say that our family is perfect, but one thing I know for sure, it"s not the same as other families. In a family where father an artist (Vu Dan Tan) and mother (Natalia Kraevskaia) is a curator and director of the gallery that is right in your house, it wasn’t boring to grow up here. Every day so many people came to our house looking for something, buying, chatting, or just passing by. In the 90s our gallery (Salon Natasha) was the first private gallery of avant-garde (but not underground) art in Hanoi, so our house was a place for communication of young (and old) and talented people - not only artists but also poets, singers and dancers. Even now I often think of the evenings in Salon Natasha, the room 50 sq.m., the veil of cigarette smoke, there was about twenty people sitting around a small table ... talking, drinking “ruou thuoc” (we had the best herbal vodka in Hanoi ))))), arguing . So many different people united by the same passion - art. And each exhibition had been really exciting, joyful and crowded, it had been the event that I was waiting for even more than a New Year and Xmas! At the opening hundreds of friends were coming, the whole space was in lights, everybody laughed a lot .. And after the exhibition, we always went to a restaurant to celebrate it, and then to the bar. The most amazing thing is that when I was little, my mom took me to the bars more often than after I passed to the 6th grade. Someone can blame my parents (though most of the "parties" we visited with my mother))), but I think there is nothing wrong ... I went to bars where everybody was smoking and drinking, but I'm 20 now and I do not drink, do not smoke and almost never go to clubs ... Maybe it's because I’ve seen enough it in the childhood already ?:))) I do think that people who are fond of drinking, smoking, clubs, etc., people who make partying their lifestyle, probably couldn't do it before because their parents had forbidden them to drink and to go to bars , and we always try to do what’s forbidden))), so that’s why many young people go crazy, as soon as they leave their families ... In my family nothing was forbidden (of course, I was not allowed to drink and smoke when I was 5!)), but I didn’t need it ... In my family reigned real democracy (like in ancient Greece), where the head of state was my mother. My parents were very tolerant people, they fostered tolerance toward people of different nationalities in me (we had friends from all parts of the world), they cultivated calm attitude to sexual minorities (how can I treat gays badly, when my favorite uncle Eric (a close family friend ), was gay, and indeed most of the artists too (except for my dad, of course: P) if not womanizers then they were gay.
Returning to the story ... Since 1996, my dad quite a famous artist in Asia, and they began to travel with my mother. Australia, New Zealand, Hong Kong, Germany, USA, Singapore, this is a small list of places that my parents visited .. Unfortunately, they didn’t take me with them, because I was small and had to go to school .. Each time the parents traveled to the exhibitions, I stayed at home with my grandmother ...
Since 2004 many commercial galleries were opening in Hanoi one after another and business became not as successful as before, so my parents decided to stop their activities and the gallery turned into my father's studio. Since then we have a quiet, peaceful life .. Not any shows, not any parties ...
Oh yeah, I forgot to add that every summer Hanoi’s cultural life was “dying”, because everybody had vacations .. We weren’t exception and had been spending summer holidays in Astrakhan with my grandparents ..
In general, it's a brief description of the situation in which I grew up .. Probably still too long, but I hope it wasn’t boring ... next post will be about my ancestors...
With papa:D
Decorating the bar.
Exhibition in Salon Natasha. I'm the girl under the cover:D
Exhibition at our place
Our family :D
My parents with uncle Eric.
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