Tina Stakh is a natural-born artist from Belarus, currently living in Great Boston Area, Massachusetts. Having a bachelor's degree in Philology, she combines her love for literature and art and names each of her artworks by the title of a book: 'The Stranger', 'Quo Vadis?', 'The Autumn of the Patriarch', 'Love in the Time of Cholera', and others.


Even her pseudonym was inspired by the novel 'King Stakh's Wild Hunt' by a famous Belarusian writer. I play with a spectator and offer three levels of perception of my paintings. The first level is to understand what you feel when looking at the painting. The second is to read the title of the work and look at the picture once again with different emotions. And the third level is for spectators who know the content of the book: it allows them to fully discover the depth of the artwork», - Tina explains.





Solaris



For some time there was a widely held notion (zealously fostered by the daily press) to the effect that the 'thinking ocean' of Solaris was a gigantic brain, prodigiously well-developed and several million years in advance of our own civilization, a sort of 'cosmic yogi', a sage, a symbol of omniscience, which had long ago understood the vanity of all action and for this reason had retreated into an unbreakable silence.



Stanislaw Lem



The Sun Also Rises



The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to the place where he arose… The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to its circuits… All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come thither they return again.



Ernest Hemingway



The Stranger



In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy.



Albert Camus



San Francisco Stories



I would rather be ashes than dust!



Jack London



Hello, Brave New World



"Hello, brave new world" is a video performance capturing my vision of a post-pandemic world. Created during lockdown, the piece was improvised using materials found in my living room. The painting features a cornflower field, symbolizing the carefree world we once knew. On the reverse side, blue paint covers the canvas with the text "Hello World," a nod to the traditional programming phrase. With the computer screen as our sole means of communication, this greeting embodies our current reality. The title also references Huxley's dystopian novel, "Brave New World." Filmed in spring 2020, the performance has gained even greater relevance and symbolism given the ongoing global events.



























All Quiet on the Western FronT



Our hands are earth, our bodies clay and our eyes pools of rain. We do not know whether we are still alive.



Erich Maria Remarque



THe Winter of Our Discontent



Farewell has a sweet sound of reluctance. Good-by is short and final, a word with teeth sharp to bite through the string that ties past to the future.



John Steinbeck



One Hundred Years of Solitude



Time was not passing...it was turning in a circle...



Gabriel García Márquez



The Zitkova Goddesses



Her task, she told herself, was to find the fate of all women of her kind, to bring their stories out of the darkness of the past and, most importantly, to tell the world about their extraordinary skill, which their enemies tried to erase. on behalf of the captains for centuries. It was she who was supposed to prevent the disappearance of their inheritance. That evening she was incredibly easy. From that moment on, she knew that her name at the end of the family tree was for a reason.



Kateřina Tučková



The Stranger



In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy.



Albert Camus



Quo vadis



But I think happiness springs from another source, a far deeper one that doesn't depend on will because it comes from love.



Henryk Sienkiewicz



Quo vadis



But I think happiness springs from another source, a far deeper one that doesn't depend on will because it comes from love.



Henryk Sienkiewicz



The Year Before the Storm



Rarely has he made such a wise decision as this: grounding himself as the ground begins to shake under his feet.



Florian Illies



Kafka on the Shore



It's hard to tell the difference between sea and sky, between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart.



Haruki Murakami



silk



Occasionally, on windy days Hervé Joncour would go down to the lake and spend hours in contemplation of it because he seemed to descry, sketched out on the water, the inexplicable sight of his life as it had been, in all its lightness.



Alessandro Baricco



a midsummer night's dream



My soul is in the sky.



Shakespeare



the shape of water



She holds him, he holds her, they hold each other, and all is dark, all is light, all is ugliness, all is beauty, all is pain, all is grief, all is never, all is forever.



Daniel Kraus, Guillermo del Toro



Heaven Has No Favorites



I know that I am dying, she thought, feeling the light of the street lamps gliding over her face. I know that more definitely than you, that’s all, and so I hear the things that are mere noise to you as messages and cries and carols of joy, and feel the things that are commonplace to you as mercies and great gifts. “Look, the fountains!” she said. He drove very slowly around the square. Under the silver-gray sky of Paris, the crystalline streamers rose, caught themselves narcissistically up in themselves and threw themselves toward and through one another.



Erich Maria Remarque





83 morse street
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norwood, ma



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