When Viktor Alimpiev first arrived on the Moscow art scene with his videofilms (then co-authored), always mature in spite of the artist’s youth, these films were difficult to describe. Vague notions of “strangeness,” “fascination” and “spell” abounded but did not explain much. His new film, “The Nightingale,” which this time he did alone, reveals, at least partly, mechanisms of this fascination.
Victor Alimpiev: Sweet Nightingale
Past exhibition
