Otherwise known as the Arsenyev Primorye Museum, Vladivostok’s major art gallery, museum and beastiary. Definitely click on these photos to see them at a reasonable size.
It starts with a lovely collection of stuffed (literally) animals. This is the most famous:
Aww, cute! For a dead animal:
I think all those animals hunt together in the wild:
Vladivostok is the home town of Yul Brynner:
From 1910-11, Neanderthals discovering science, I think:
I was going to go up to the third floor, but M. suggested we check out a room on the second. It was the best room, ever:
Even as a child, Lenin was thinking about the future socialist revolution:
Studying Lenin. Nice he got to sit down between gestures:
A rather Roman god-like Fidel:
Every five minutes, the USSR produces…
He’s thinking, “I’m happy the rocket didn’t blow up like I predicted it would.”
Interesting juxtaposition of agricultural and technological plenty, all thanks to the Communist state:
When working at night to fill your quota, always keep the lights on?
Seriously, I didn’t want to leave:
It was with great reluctance that I left the Soviet room and continued to the art gallery on the third floor. It was small and unassuming, with room dividers and fluorescent lighting, and an elderly gallery attendant sitting quietly in a corner. The exhibit was “Paris-Vladivostok”, featuring artists from both cities. I was scanning it without too much interest, when some pieces started to look familiar:
Yes, that was a Picasso. And following it were Miro, Dali and other giants of the 20th century.
On the other side of the divide were the local artists. It was unfair to put them up against the Masters, but they weren’t very good in their own right. On one side, $20 million worth of surrealism, cubism and abstraction; on the other, this:
OK, that’s the most egregious example, but still – is that one of the best Vladivostok has to offer? I would choose Paris.