Chimera Of The State -- Donald Trump And Vladimir Putin

Chimera Of The State -- Donald Trump And Vladimir Putin
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This oil painting which I have been making already two months is not political at all, this painting is a part of my new series Thus Spoke Zarathustra. Its whole title is a bit long -- The state, I call it, where all are poison-drinkers, the good and the bad: the state, where all lose themselves, the good and the bad: the state, where the slow suicide of all--is called "life."

I've chosen Donald Trump as a model of my Chimera of the State, because in my opinion he is a perfect example of the Chimera of the State. He is sexist and misogynist, he is superficial and has no good cultural and educational background, he has no good taste.

The painting is not yet finished, but it will be ready in a week or two...The painting's size is 39" x 47", it depicts a monster with the head of a man, with wings of a bat, two snake-headed tails and four hands.

You can see on it also a portrait of Madonna as Eva Peron and a portrait of Illma Gore, Australian artist who was attacked by Donald Trump supporter because she painted a controversial nude portrait of Donald Trump.

"Tired with all these, for restful death I cry"... This is the Sonnet 66 of Shakespeare, it describes very well my state of mind when I think about Putin's sympathy for Donald Trump.
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And gilded honour shamefully misplac'd,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgrac'd,
And strength by limping sway disabled
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly--doctor-like--controlling skill,
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill:
Tir'd with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.

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