Maxim Goshko

All modern art is based on destructionism. We always saw something, kill someone…Everything has some awful subtext. But there is a rational explanation to this: creative people want to attract people’s attention, and people now respond only to trash.

All negative comes out when people can’t realize their ideas, dreams, fantasies, etc. But some of them go crazy when they manage to realize it and feel that they can do what they want, when nothing can stop them.

Ex officio, I can’t allow myself to behave aggressively with people — that’s why I have only one way to express myself with the means of art. And let it be this way than I take a lance and crash everything with it.

You can’t play tricky games with me; I can say it to your face though I prefer not to throw mud at a person but to keep my feelings to me.

Our hearts are like a urinary bladder: just put some pressure on it and everything will pour out. They contain nothing but urea. (smiling)

For many years of work I haven’t learned to do my job in a perfunctory manner and go home at 7. I let everything through me, my guts which hurt after all.

A journalist in the first place must only report about different events. In Russia a journalist always tries to express his own view that it becomes impossible to understand where there is an event, journalist’s thoughts and so on. And it seems like you’ve got in a hencoop and you can’t understand who will cluck who. And why did they cluck? And what really happened?

In Russia our journalists express more their personality then do their work. This “personality” tells its ideas but can’t really depict an event. Everybody starts discussing and comparing others according to his sexual and life experience, and often sitting in the kitchen. But it can’t last forever because everybody has different experiences and kitchens. As for me I don’t spend much time in it, but the 90% of Russians do it all their lives.

I’m a very self-critical person and I’m never fully satisfied with a result.

Some years ago I revised my views about life and understood that people not always tell bullshit. It’s ok to accept criticism. I’m fed up to learn by my own mistakes but I’m not going to allow others to run me. In any case I have my own opinion.

Now I feel somehow addicted to my job. If one day I can’t open the door to our magic warehouse and see the independent life of our small jars I feel a little panic.

We put into life not the product itself but its idea, the dream that every woman had for so many years. We find ways to the consumer because we know his dreams, and then he can’t get rid of us.