Untitled Miniature – 1946

Maurice Golubov

Untitled Miniature – 1946


*Painting is not framed. Image with frame is for illustration purposes only*
Medium: Tempera on Paper
Size: 2-1/4″ x 2-3/8″
Signature: Yes, Lower Left Hand Corner

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Frame Material: Nautral Maple, Frame width: 9/16", Frame height: 7/8", 8 Ply (1/8") Mat, Museum Quality Optium Plexiglass. Please Allow 2-3 Weeks From Date Of Purchase To Process Frame Request.
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“Life in Brooklyn (in the 40s) was quite uneventful as I went to work daily by Subway to Manhattan and back home to Brooklyn like everyone else. Except that when I closed my door, as I entered my apartment, it became a world of totally different dimension. Our neighbors hated us for all the music they heard – except for a poet who lived across the courtyard and a famous dancer (Sophie Maslow) who liked it. Although I traveled to no new places (having done too much of it in my childhood) the apartment thrilled to many strange and wonderful vibrations as I visited the distant stars – a transcendental world of harmonious sounds, forms and colors. Away from this world of eat and be eaten.” – Maurice Golubov

This ‘Untitled’ miniature from 1946 captures Maurice Golubovs quest to enter another dimension through his art. The collector of this Miniature Painting will receive a notarized certificate of authenticity from the estate upon purchase.

Untitled Miniature – 1946

Additional information


tempera on paper


2-1/4" x 2-3/8"


yes, lower left hand corner

Artists Note

"Although I might be meditating on a tree, it took so many civilizations to make that tree. It started out a little seed I could put into my pocket. What could be more wonderful? I think about things like that. Or when painting a scene in New York. Why, there was a brook running through here on 23rd street and Lexington Avenue. It’s still there, underground, running through Gramercy Park. I’m painting something that is actually a brook underneath. That is just the surface, but the real thing is more than that. You dream about it. But when I paint it at least for my eyes… I call it the "seeing world."" I don’t want to compromise. Either I paint, so-called realistically, or abstractly." - Maurice Golubov, All That Light Was Myself.

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