As much as in the '30s and '40s, modernism is anathema
One wet Sunday in September 1974, a couple of dozen Soviet painters carried their canvases into a patch of wasteland in Cheremushki, an outlying district of Moscow, and began to set them up on makeshift stands. A small crowd of onlookers gathered, and so, to one side, did a platoon of KGB agents with bulldozers, dump trucks and water cannon. The secret policemen were disguised as civilians doing volunteer work on the abandoned site. As the spectators peered at the paintings and a...
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