Yelena Tylkina Blogs

PELICAN MAN There was a lonely pelican who had his own island at his disposal . He was quite a large bird with pale pink plumage, ink colored head, turquoise eyes and feet, and an insanly flaming red pouch under his bill. With such lavish looks and a... 

HUNTER Part I Flower By Yelena Tylkina Synopsis: �Hunter� is a mystical and tragic love story; a complex, fantastic, journey of one young man�s realization of the reality of intangible forces (t... 

HUNTER By Yelena Tylkina Part II: Cosmos The young hunter pinched off one, solitary flower from a blooming tree, hided it inside his jacket and followed the trail of scarlet lips. ... 

Historical truth is not only a collection of dry facts but an intricate infusion of views and impressions of information with all the impossible, controversial and fantastic thrown in. This story is about a young woman's survival from a brutal attack... 

Essence of Housekeeping By Yelena Tylkina I arrived in New York from Russia as a political refug... 

THE BATHING SUIT by Yelena Tylkina The Red October Factory was about a minute walking distance from my house, or perhaps three minutes, if you really dragged your feet. So, it was very convenient when one day I discovered the factory’s management ... 

The Life of One Butterfly By Yelena Tylkina A butterfly became trapped inside a fake greenhouse where all the vegetation was made of plastic. By appearance, it was a very pretty green h... 

By Yelena Tylkina Somewhere in the city, there was a young man named Afronut, who dreamed of experience the profound, incredible, feelings of love as only depicted in myth, le... 

A fly on the wall I am a swirling mass of lusty maggots over a decomposing corpse of my yesterday, gorging on the rotten flesh of all idols, taboos, perception and all the rules on life’s propriety and prosperity. Who sold me that i... 

I will walk naked through the inferno just to see roses of your love in bloom. I will survive anything just to get close enough to see the magic in fast forward. And your vagina flows perfume at me, velvet petals covered with dew. I see my ... 

ANNA KARENINA'S LAST WISH By Yelena Tylkina Anna Karenina rushes toward me through milky clouds of steam from a passenger locomotive from which, only a moment ago, she disembarks and kisses... 

By Yelena Tylkina At the end of February of 1989, all my relatives, who were known to Russian government authorities at that time, signed release forms for my mother and me to l... 

By Yelena Tylkina "He's mine, mine, and mine!" - My mother, Rita, screams as she lunges at me with a table knife. Instinctively, I knew that she is not talking... 

The rose bush cries. Pink petals of my breath Molecules in friction: Explosion, whirlpools, colorful chaos.. On an expended univers I flout. A tear of God- the earth, A city- an open corpse, A yawning window, A sofa- bed. Countless dr... 

YELENA TYLKINA � "STARLIGHT SYNCHRONICITIES" MAY 6 � JUNE 14, 2016 � �Paintings have a life of their own that derives from the painter's soul,� Vincent van Gogh declared. Contemporary Artist Yelena Tylkina's paintings express the powe... 

The Falchi Building Show Despite the intense heat on June 4, 2016 at the closing party of LIC Arts Open, people were pouring in to the Falchi Building, room 401, to see a performance of the dance company Feral Child based on the writing and art of... 

DECISION By Yelena Tylkina It was a rational decision To abandon my protective shell- My dearly cherished fear Of ridicule and rejection. To lie open for exploi... 

THE HEART OF M&M By Yelena Tylkina In the middle of a passionate embrace I will leave you Walking out slowly Barefoot On the broken glass of your... 

THREE STORIES I. FIRST LOVE AND PORNOGRAPHY We did not have St. Valentines Day in Russia. Instead, we had something called Red Army Day and it was celebrated every February 23rd. On that day, the girls gave the boys pre... 

All female images of Tylkina’s art essentially are the symbols of the Great Mother or Virgin Mary, (in the past she was know as Ishtar, Cybele, Rhea, Astarte, the Egyptian, Iris, Demeter, Hecate, Diana, Venus, Qwan Yin, Rhada), a divine female, some ... 

GOD’S GIFT By Yelena Tylkina “You missed a spot.” Nikolai Nenko, “Kolya”, pointed his swollen, hairy finger at the kitchen’s ceiling. “We need a second coat of pain... 

Travel Notes: “Show Europe- Show Belarus”, The Portuguese Event. The joint cultural campaign “Show Europe-Show Belarus”, including Belarus and five European Union countries, Germany, Lithuania, Portugal, Sweden and Estonia, was recently su... 

By Yelena Tylkina Little Suzy heard a splash and happy, horny, ecstatic noises in the pool area of the house. She rushed to the back door. In the pool, an enormous being ... 

Yelena Tylkina’s Art by Donald Kuspit I have to say that I was taken with Yelena Tylkina’s images of flowers, all lushly blossoming and often passionately red—luridly alive still lives—and taken aback (at least momentarily) by many of her female... 

By Margarita Shklyarevskaya It was not by chance that I name this short review on Yelena Tylkina:” A Marvelous Pebble in the Mosaic of the World of Art”, words that I b...