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23.06.2011

What do make us the very best? It's Talent! I am sure, The God of Art Apollo was present at birth of Valentin Massov .  But... if Apollo has gave to him the Talent, when he was born, then The Fates have gave to him difficult and bitter fate. Envy and incomprehension haunted him all his life.
Valentin Massov is the Unique. Why is he unique? He has created the new art school. It's the new interpretation of the meaning of art. It's Art as the Way to the God. "It is not painting in its general sense. It is the way to the God," a director Roman Tsurtsumia said in 1980. Valentin Massov's art radically changed the established views on Art.
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