Some stories of me stories of the most fascination periods on my creative journey

It is not just a saying that in your future you meet your past. Upon reviewing the work I've done throughout my lifetime.

It is time to look back and dream…

A story about why I became an artist

Because I promised! I remember I was no longer a small child, when I suddenly found myself standing in front of a real Sea. The Sea was incredibly vast and open and the bluest of blue. I was enthralled by the Sea. The Sea was smooth as a giant mirror, just like the heaven on the earth. I watched my feet through the water and wondered how an artist might paint the translucency of the Sea. It seemed so impossible.

Before the Sun went down I watched, mesmerized, as Sun picked sunset colors and started painting on the Sea. Suddenly the world became unbelievably colorful. A powerful glow of colors was in front of me and behind me, above me and below me; I even felt it under my feet. At that moment I was sure that there wasn’t one painter who could paint so.

“Kui mina suureks saan, siis maalin sellise tuli-tuli punase Päikese, et kui te seda maali vaatate, siis hakkate te kõik higistama,” kelkisin teistele lastele, ise täiesti veendunud, et mina maalin. ”Jah! Mina hakkan merd maalima."

—Yes, I will be an artist! — I AM PAINTING.

We used to play a game of bathing in the Sea

During the hot summer days, in our dry and dusty hometown (of Rakvere), we used to play a game of bathing in the Sea. One of us would close her eyes and the other would lead her from warm sunlight into cool shadow. The one with the eyes closed had to sense the difference and quickly yell whether she was in the Sea or out of the Sea.

Aili Vint The Sea Book Tallinn 2011 Tulikiri

Koolitee nüüd jalge all, kus mõistust taga ajada

Mõistusel on kombeks kahelda kõiges. Et kas ka koolis on võimalik muutuda kellekski teiseks; endast tugevamaks ja targemaks, kui aga mängimise tuju peale tuleb. .

Mäletan, et läks nii, et on siiani painavalt selge´isegi kõheda võitu, eriti unest ärgates, kus oli vaja matemmatika eksamile minna ja justkui päris pilt lõõb ette, et ma pole käinud mitte üheski mata tunnis. Ja kuidas ma seda kahetsesin.!

Kui 45 aastat tagasi küsis meie matemaatikaõpetaja, et kus te arud on, siis saime kõik aru, et peab vähemalt Aju olema, et olla Tark, siis täna küsib lugupeetud Ajuuurija:

____"Kas Sul on tõesti Aju vaja?"

Briti teadlane John Lorber lohutab, et Aju polegi nii oluline. Me ei mõtle ainult Ajuga– meis on igas rakukeses teadvus/tarkus olemas. Tarkus enda jaoks.

John Lorber jätkab: “Meil oli ülikoolis (Sheffieldi ülikoolis) üliõpilane, kelle IQ oli 126. Ta lõpetas matemaatika erialal kiitusega ja on sotsiaalselt üsna normaalne. Kõige selle juures pole mehel praktiliselt ajusid... Pärast Aju skaneerimist nägime normaalse ajukoe asemel õhukest, umbes millimeetrist kihti. Ja see pole ajukude. Tema kolju on täis tserebrospinaalvedelikku. Ja selgub, et tänu seljaajule ongi see tüüp peaaegu geniaalne.

Tundub, et Aju toimib nagu tavaline radar. Aju ei salvesta midagi endasse. Ta lihtsalt püüab ja edastab selle, mida mõistus talle edastab….. Ja mõistus - nii teadvus kui alateadvus - asuvad muidugi mitte ajus, vaid inimese mentaalkehas. See võtab vastu ja edastab sealt kõike, mis endasse elu jooksul kokku kogutud ja see on inimese intelligentsus.”

ANK '64 - THESE GOLDEN SIXTIES!

Members of the ANK'64 artistic students group: Jüri Arrak, Tõnis Laanemaa, Enno Ootsing, Malle Leis, Aili Vint, Kristiina Kaasik, Tiiu Pallo–Vaik, Marju Mutsu, Tõnis Vint, Vello Tamm. 1964

How can we talk about the ÜTÜ? Was it an alternative institute, an institution dètourned by the students, where official curricula were supplemented with new know ledge of a different kind? Or was it a part of the mechanisms of power, of its expansion and reproduction because the infrastructure used was created by the power?

Estonian Art Critic Boris Bernstein: ANK '64 - An artistic phenomenal. The tradition of ANK '64 can be regarded archaic, presuming that this is not „in“ in the intellectual world. Still, it seems to me that the values still preserved by the masters who once formed the first organically born artistic group amidst the deadly structured plasma of soviet artistic life,- these values have worth still, even at the end of the century.

Igaühele võib newtoni õun pähe kukkuda, kui ta tagaaias jäetud omapead puu alla õppiama..

now I am an artist

Here is the story of my destiny

In the beginning of my career I learned (in 1970) that there is an acclaimed artist named Ay-O in Japan, who uses the same kind of striped gradient motifs in his paintings. He was already famous at that time and I might have been pegged as a plagiarist: — Someone named “Ay-Li “ does the same thing as the Japanese Ay-O… — I abruptly gave up the style I had invented, despite the fact that it held a lot of promise for development. It was a pity, of course, but I actually enjoyed this unexpected turn in my work, which gave me the opportunity to start painting the Sea instead, something that I had already dreamt of as a child. But something still is on my mind.

Painting from Tiit Pääaike, Portrait of artist Aili Vint.jpg

Estonian artist, minu kursusekaslane T I I T P Ä Ä S U K E painted this picture in 1981 Kumu Art Museum

1 + Eva - Maria ja Aili.jpg — Smile in Paris 1986

smile in Paris

Nüüd on Aili tagasi kodus ja maadleb jälle merega.

how to wrestling the Sea

Have you tried to put the baby to bed, when he does not want to sleep? - In order to get the Sea to lie down on the canvas, you have to wrestle it for a long time. But one fine day I feel that now is the right time and then painting succeeds again with surprising ease – as if someone else was working inside me and making incredible things happen. I was very happy! As if the Sea itself was painting my Sea.. Realy! I am the Sea! — The Sea is painting me.

story of the primeval call:

the Sea smiles from far off 2018

Paegu ripuvad Ukrainas, Sudkovski-nimelises Marinistide Muuseumis, mulle juba ammu tuttava marinisti Ivan Aivazovsky suurte töödega ühes saalis, külg külje kõrval ka minu 3 suurt meremaali.

You see, its true! When people ask me how long it took me to complete this or that painting, I am always tempted to answer: A long, long time – since childhood…

SIIT ALGAB KÕIK!

“Kui mina saan suureks, siis hakkan kunstnikuks. Ja laisaks.(mõtles veidi ja siis ütles: _ Kui viitsin!”, otsustas kunagi üks Väikene Tüdruk.

Muidugi, me ju rääkisime, et Kunstnik laiskleb niisama ja muudkui mängib. Ei viitsi midagi teha. __ Ega Laps teadnud, et kunstnikuhingega inimene peab olema logelemiseks päris korralikult ette valmistatud”, rääkis sõbrsannale mu Ema.

LUGU*….ja nii ma seal laineharja kaisus uinusin…

Kui olin veel päris Väikene, rippus mu voodi kohal seinal üks väikene meremaali koopia oma hiiglama suure lainega. Kui Ema mind keset päeva tuppa lõunauinakule kutsus, läksin kohe. Selle asemel, et uinuda, luusisin merelainetel, ronisin laineharjale ja lasksin sealt liugu alla lainepõhja. Selles tormises Meres oli mul oma koht, kuhu pugeda, kui tukk peale tuli. Ja nii ma seal laineharja kaisus, tema siidises vahus lõpuks uinusin. Olin ise alles päris väikene, kui juba unistasin, et kui suureks saan, siis minu maalitud Meri on samuti kusagil kellegi seinal. Aga kus, sellest ei osanud ma unistadagi. Uskumatu, nüüd magavad koos, Ukraina öös meie meremaalid. Olgu nad kaitstud sõja eest!

Marinist Ivan Aivazovski “Üheksas laine“(1850) õli lõuendil 221 cm x 232 cm *Maali originaal asub Riiklikus Vene muuseumis Peterburis. https://et.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%9Cheksas_la

Invitation 2019

The National Tretyakov Gallery

“Border Poetics. Estonian Art 1918–2018” is an exhibition of the Art Museum of Estonia and the National Tretyakov Gallery, combining Estonian art of the last 100 years from the collections of the two museums.

MEETING MY PAST