{"id":12884,"date":"2020-02-11T09:40:20","date_gmt":"2020-02-11T14:40:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/chimeraobscura.com\/vm\/?p=12884"},"modified":"2020-02-11T09:40:26","modified_gmt":"2020-02-11T14:40:26","slug":"episode-361-dmitry-samarov","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/chimeraobscura.com\/vm\/episode-361-dmitry-samarov","title":{"rendered":"Episode 361 – Dmitry Samarov"},"content":{"rendered":"

Virtual Memories Show 361:
\nDmitry Samarov<\/a><\/p>\n

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\u201cI\u2019ve been very fortunate to have an undying inner need to keep expressing myself, in the face of fairly universal indifference. It just doesn\u2019t discourage me; it might be some sort of insanity.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

\"\"<\/a>With his new memoir, Soviet Stamps<\/a>, artist & writer Dmitry Samarov<\/a> explores his experience of emigrating from the USSR as a child, finding his way through late-’70s and ’80s America, and becoming an artist. We talk about the book’s winding path to self-publication, how his story does and doesn’t fit in to the history of Soviet Jewry, how he overcame the embarrassment of including his adolescent art in the book, his 4th grade autobiography and how it managed to predict much of his career, and the possible Dmitry-lives that could have resulted from decisions that were out of his hands. We also get into his notion that art requires disengagement, his gauge for the life and death of artworks, the value of the apprentice system over art school, why he’s writing fiction for his next book, and which self-promotional event he hates more: the book reading or the gallery opening. (Oh, and check out our previous conversations: 2014<\/a>, 2015<\/a>, and 2018<\/a>) Give it a listen!<\/a> And go buy Soviet Stamps<\/a>!<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s mind-blowing to me to think about the chances my parents took, the leap they took into the unknown, and everything they had to give up.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n