Faces of Truth by Anastasia Kurakina in London

“Faces of Truth” ink on paper cm65x40cm 2010 In 2010 the artwork with other finalists took part at the Permanente of Milan Premio Arte exhibition. In 2012 it was included in the catalogue of Contemporary Art of Giorgio Mondadori Editor.In 2011 on display in Don Chisciotte Gallery and Marino Gallery in Rome, with works of Picasso, Morandi, Kounellis, Goya, Velli. In 2010 the composition won the first Prize and Golden Medal of the National Illustration Award of Milan and Chieti Alessan- dro Manzoni’s Foundations. In 2016 “Faces of Truth” was included in the catalogue “The best of the 4th International Emerging Art ists Award” in Dubai.In 2017 it was exhibited at The International Art Fair “Works on Paper” in London. Description An Innate purity may be overshadowed by the darkness of life, but could also be lighten by its darkness. The white lady in the center is a metaphor of Lie, concealing under her clothes reptiles, low creatures. She wears a mask as the true faces of lie could not be defined. Vile characters, full of foul thoughts in the form of beetles, are worshipping the Lady Lie. They trample down people’s faces, dreams and charismas, bowing to the mechanism of lie. The black turtle on the foreground is carrying a child, pure and innocent at birth. The circumstances of life could make him follow some obscure ways and give up his aspirations. There is an Artist watching the scene from the background, the Purity Defender in a scale armour, which protects him from the undesirable influence of the world aiming to cancel his indi- viduality. Artist holds a white canvas - both a symbol of window and passage into another world, the world of Truth. How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose, Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name! O, in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose! That tongue that tells the story of thy days, Making lascivious comments on thy sport, Cannot dispraise but in a kind of praise; Naming thy name blesses an ill report. O, what a mansion have those vices got Which for their habitation chose out thee, Where beauty’s veil doth cover every blot, And all things turn to fair that eyes can see! Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege; The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge. William Shakespeare Sonet 95.