Leonid Tishkov With His Private Moon Part I
A man who met the moon and stayed with her for the rest of his life.
"Private Moon" (2003 until now) is a project by Russian artist Leonid Tishkov. The story behind the series is below along with the original images that Tishkov took.
Tishkov and his illuminated moon have since traveled all around world – Russia, New Zealand, The Arctic, Japan, China, France, Italy, USA and more.
“Private Moon” is a visual poem telling the story of a man who met the Moon and stayed with her for the rest of his life. In the upper world, in fact in the attic of his own house, he saw the Moon falling off from the sky. Once she was hiding from the Sun in a dark and damp tunnel. But the passing trains frightened her. Now she came to this man’s house. Having wrapped the Moon with warm blankets he treated her with autumn apples, gave her a cup of tea, and when she got well he took her in his boat across the dark river to the high bank overgrown with moon pine-trees. He descended into the lower world dressed in the clothes of his deceased father and then returned from there lighting up his path with his personal Moon. Crossing the borderline between the two worlds across a narrow bridge, immersed in a dream and taking care of this heavenly creature, the man became a mythological being living in a real world as in a fairytale. Each photograph is a poetic tale, a little poem in its own right.
Therefore each picture is accompanied by my own verse, which I wrote when I drew my sketches for the photographs. So it turns out that the Moon overcomes our loneliness in the universe uniting many of us around it.
Text by Leonid Tishkov
Day and Night
The moon was stuck in a pine tree’s crown
a needle adhered to its radient sleeve
The sky is near.
Open the attic and you’ll see
there next to the wasp nest
rings the blinding light
of the lost moon
Open the closet
there among the old coats, the moon
hides from people
Autumn is so chilly
even the moon has caught a cold
I cross the dark river
to the high bank
where the lunar evergreens grow
I grope about in the dark
carrying the heavenly light on my back
in a swarm of sparkling bees
The Moscow Moon
in a starless sky
has sat down on the edge of a roof
Like a lunar unicorn
Under the covers she
shines even brighter
The funeral of the moon-every morning
Come nightfall you discover the body of the newborn moon
and help return it to the sky
leaving a mere trace in the snow
a thawing light impression...
And a RGB mini moon: