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Alexander Ponomarev :: STORED IN ICE

“In my life, all time, I remember..” ~Alexander Ponomarev

O, Mnemosyne, sing song of your beloved's bed, and all the Arts you bore. Make us a vehicle of your becoming that we might recollect whence we came forevermore. Come before us, shatter us whole. Come up from the depths below to reveal the beauty of forgotten days.

The composition of broken ice sheets fractal the pattern of old ways and in a new light we see the endless cycle of birth, becoming, death, rebirth. Water freezes to become ice, ice melts to become water, evaporates to become cloud, rains back down to be frozen again, or falls into the ocean to be swallowed in the gulping nature of the sea. Each drop, every molecule gathering its thoughts, writing a journal as it goes, collecting the memories from its journey, joining together in one single measure as the biggest archival source on the planet. The oceans, ice and glaciers (most of which reside in the Antarctic), are keepers of ancient wisdom and internationally renowned artist Alexander Ponomarev wants to share this great knowing with New Yorkers at his first solo exhibition in the city in nearly a decade called “Stored in Ice.”

"Water holds some type of memory," Ponomarev says in his thick Russian accent. We think of the diligent work of Japanese scientist Masaru Emoto** showing how water molecules are affected by human thoughts and emotions, forming stunning symmetrical patterns when crystallized after the water is imbued with words like "love" and "gratitude", while words like "Adolf Hitler" and "anger" turned the water into what looks to be putrid sewage. The power of water as such then is something that holds energy and channels information. Seeing that 70% of the earth’s surface is comprised of water, one then sees that the whole experience of our existence is held in the clutches of the sea and stores of ice. The feats of the great generals, the monuments of passionate lovers, the insights of the great learnings (all sprung from wells of human genius and divine inspiration), this tremendous history of humanity, according to Ponomarev, is stored in aquatic memory banks and hold more than we could ever know. So greater still than being one of life’s primary nourishers and the ultimate keeper of wisdom, water is a main channel through which information is held and conveyed. This is at the heart of all Ponomarev's Stored in Ice — bringing awareness to the memory that the oceans and glaciers hold so that we might not lose the wisdom of our humanity through the thoughtless destruction of the natural balance of things. Memory more than gravity, is what fastens our feet to the Earth, and it was Saint Augustine who said, “Behold, how far within my memory I have traveled in search of you, Lord, and beyond it I have not found you.”

Alexander Ponomarev has travelled deep into the reaches of our collective memory, and “Stored in Ice” is his message to the world, break through or be broken apart. The life size bow of an icebreaker ship sails saliently into the back room, casting its looming presence throughout the entire gallery.

“Elegant and ethereal” as Anne Budlong, a collector of his work called it, “intrigued by the contrasts in [Alexander Ponomarev’s] work of precision and power on the one hand and flowing beauty and fragility on the other.” The ship is constructed completely by the feminine curve, yet its heavily masculine form unites two halves that make a whole in the innate inversion of balance existing on all levels of our reality. “What is reality, what is not reality?” muses Ponomarev, “Ocean [is] like some piece of space between real space and some mystic space.” The ship is a metaphor of what it takes to get through the ice that has crusted over the surface of the water, just like our knowledge of the spirit has been crusted over in wild abandon of material pursuit. This ocean that Ponomarev refers to is the ocean the Tibetans translate as Dalai — the great ocean of existence — the Reality. The only reality. Ponomarev speaks through his art of the inseparable union of materiality and spirituality and of the physical manifestations of spiritual states. Global warming is symbolic of the greatest forgetting humanity has ever known. At the dawn of the industrial age, our mythology was automated towards a direction that bred deviation into electronic passage and away from the spiritual quest of reconciliation of man with the divine. Receding into the far reaches of social importance, the universal wisdom was frozen over in the new writ of history. So then the submarine of Stored in Ice comes bursting through the front wall of the gallery as Memory come from below.

Oh, Mnemosyne, come before us and shatter us whole! Lay waste to the rubbish that has collected in our eyes and evoke once more the grand art that lies in wait for us beyond your other shore!

“It is recovered,” she replies, quoting Arthur Rimbaud,

“What? Eternity.

In the whirling light

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Alexander Ponomarev is consumed by the ocean — eaten whole like Jonah by the Antarctic and the great horizon on which all things fade away. The difference between land and sky, air and skin, me and you, all melts into eternity when you are in the vast expanse of pure existence. “Antarctic is like drug,” he says, once you have seen it, once you have knelt down with arms extended to the sky in ecstatic embrace of being, you cannot get enough. You want more, which is what Ponomarev intends to do with the creation of the 1st Antarctic Biennale***. He intends to share the beauty and majesty of the only unmanned continent left on earth with all those in the art world who might be needing a little spiritual rejuvenation after the international slue of art fairs that are now so numerous they blur by like models on a catwalk. If Ponomarev’s body of work surrounding the ocean is a symphony, Stored in Ice is the Intermezzo and the Biennale the Finale wherein the full measure of the theme is procured and the idea has been roundly stated. It opens the door for the next or continued movement, and allows Ponomarev his goal of aiding in the restoration of our humanity. There is a reason he had the inclination as a sailor in the Soviet Navy to take the oceanic maps from the bridge of the submarines and ships he manned — the coordinates on the paper are the physical manifestation of the multidimensional coordinates of the Dalai, these in which we are strung in the balance for all our lives. ![endif]--

Ponomarev has incorporated the maps into his art by using them as canvas for drawing, eliciting the coast lines as narrators and the sea as a Greek chorus singing the support of whatever thought Ponomarev puts down. He has a masterful hand that conveys the nuance and subtlety of the mysterium tremendum et fascinans at the same time capturing the physical forms in perspective accuracy. Of the twelve drawings displayed for the New York exhibition, all of which were completed during his stay in New York, each is representative of the varying states of journey into Dalai.

The ships that breaks through, taking us to the other shore,

The whirling light of the “piece of space between real space and mystic space”,

The visionary and journeymen that are the heroes epics are written about because they go first into the unknown and bring back with them the hidden knowing of the divine.

Like Prometheus stealing fire from the Gods, Ponomarev acquired the key to our legacy locked in ice and stands at the door of Future Come with his hand extended. Here, he gestures through his art, come with me and find what is stored away in your heart, the truth of us that is Stored in Ice. Walk through the door of forevermore and bear witness to Mnemosyne giving birth to all the Arts. Take refuge in the shade of creation knowing “it is recovered. What? Eternity. In the whirling light of sun become sea.” Alexander Ponomarev remembers… Will you?

*All photos courtesy of Richard Taittinger Gallery except photo of Alexander Ponomarev, courtesy of Alexander Ponomarev

** For more information regarding Masaru Emoto, please visit

*** For more information regarding the 1st Antarctic Biennale, please visit

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