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Estonian Art And Literature: Big Ideas In A Small Country
For a country with only 1.3 million people, Estonia has a hell of an art scene. There are several good museums and galleries and a lively round of readings and exhibition openings.
One of the biggest names in the Estonian art scene is Raoul Kurvitz. He's been big for a few decades now, producing a steady output of installation pieces, experimental films and paintings. Right now KUMU, the Art Museum of Estonia, has dedicated an entire floor to his work.
While I'm a hard sell with contemporary art (see my ambivalent response to Damien Hirst) I found Kurvitz's work consistently challenging and innovative. He ranges from accessible videos like this cover of Jesse Colin Young's "Darkness Darkness" to weird art happenings that leave the viewers scratching their heads and feeling slightly disturbed.
This is an artist that takes risks for his art. In the 1989 experimental film "When Lord Zarathustra was Young and Polite," he gets flogged by two female assistants and then washed into a Finnish river by an opening sluice gate. In another video he's surrounded by fire. And I have to wonder what that blue paint tasted like when it came out of the fish's belly.
KUMU is an ultramodern building chock full of Estonian art of all periods. What's interesting is how they followed all the great Western traditions such as Impressionism, Cubism and the rest but put their own twist on it. And then there are the mavericks like Edvard Wiiralt who veered off into their own high strangeness.
The literature scene is doing well too. I was lucky enough to meet Piret Raud and Kätlin Kaldmaa, two Estonian authors who gave me the lowdown on writing in a language that only a little more than 900,000 of their countrymen speak. The rest of Estonia's population are native Russian speakers and tend to look eastward for their reading material.
Gallery: Estonian Art and Literature
That breath of freedom must have been a relief after decades of Soviet occupation. During those times many Western books and magazines were banned and sailors made a good side income smuggling them in. One of their best sellers, I'm told, was Playboy magazine. Pornography was banned in the Soviet Union. They saw it as Western decadence, I suppose. So admiring the Playmate of the Month became an act of political defiance. The world is a weird place.
Besides reading illegal imports, some Estonian writers bucked the system by participating in the Samizdat movement, writing subversive books and distributing them through a postal network to like-minded individuals. Since the Soviets didn't exactly dole out printing presses with the ration cards, most of these books weren't bound. They'd be typed out with a couple of carbon copies or simply handwritten. Kaldmaa told me some books were even photographed page by page and you'd get a stack of photos in the mail.
I would have loved to meet one of these writers. I write what I feel and all I have to risk is some anonymous coward giving me shit in the comments section. Say what you felt in the Soviet Union and you could end up in a KGB torture chamber. Writers back then had balls.
On my last night in the capital Tallinn I was invited to a poetry reading at Kinokohvik Sinilind, a rambling cafe/bar/arthouse cinema in Old Town. Several poets and a band took turns on the weirdly lit stage doing their stuff while a large crowd listened and chatted. The poetry was all in Estonian, of course, so I listened to the cadence of the words rather than their meaning. An odd experience but a rewarding one.
There were a lot of prominent writers there. Kaldmaa introduced me to a poet who specialized in translating poems from Japanese, Chinese and Korean into Estonian. He spoke French and English too. Scary. I met a whirlwind of others too, at the table or at the bar. Everyone seemed to have their latest book tucked under their arm, all cleverly designed by local talent.
I'm jealous of poets; they always get nicer covers.
Read the rest of my series: "Exploring Estonia: The Northern Baltics In Wintertime."
Coming up next: Eating and Drinking in Estonia!