Magomed Kazhlaev. "Dotted line"

Happily falling into the imaginary (and the essence is genuine) world of Magomed Kazhlaev, you are relieved to be freed from the snares of "reality", who are young to catch you contrary to your primitive feeling and your will - and you look into the sky uncomplicated by anything…

The spirit of the artist follows the inexplicable element of feeling. He sees and hears… Intuition does not abstract and does not simplify the existential drama in the arena of human comedy.

Not accepting the absurdity of society, the artist lives by a creation that is eternal, that has never happened, that is incomprehensible and constantly restoring the miracle of life.

Surprisingly, the simple form of Kazhlaev’s works contains the mystery of being behind a haze of dawn and evening darkness.

Each time the artist’s work is a surge of the living, changeable as life itself. Kazhlaev’s landscape is akin to the elusive states of air masses over melting peaks and fogs in mountain valleys… The world of Magomed Kazhlaev is a cosmogonic revelation that expresses and expresses his human - harmonious, sometimes brutal… I hear the utterance of antiquity: “Like face to face in water, so heart the human to man. ” The ancient hails with today’s living Magomed.

The inner motive of the solitude of the artist is uttered… He is beyond the dimensions of deafening modernity. Kazhlaev is invisibly connected with the primary, calling him to confidential understanding of the flickering beyond. It flows to the creator with ascending rays from the depths of being - becoming a native, warming.

There are no repeating moments - all new continents seem to the artist… The light of the soul, gentle and vulnerable, pouring from the depths of the spirit flows into the breath of the Universe - and is this the unity of the meaning of works that are otherwise inexpressible?..

… And I see something ancient in the current revelations of the artist Kazhlaev and something bewitching - indestructible by no external force…