Untitled Miniature – 1948

Maurice Golubov

Untitled Miniature – 1948

$1,500.00

Medium: Gouache on Paper
Size: 2″ x 2-7/16″
Signature: Yes, Lower + Top Right Hand Corner

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Description

During the 1940s, Maurice Golubov spent his days working and painting in his apartment in Brooklyn, NY. The apartment reverberated constantly with sounds of glorious piano playing by Sylvia (wife). It was not only the piano, but the Violin and other instruments that played throughout his apartment, resulting in a good deal of trio and quartet music of the masters. When he worked – he heard heavenly music. This Untitled miniature from 1948 is available direct through the Maurice Golubov estate.

The collector of this Miniature Painting will receive a notarized certificate of authenticity from the estate upon purchase.

Untitled Miniature – 1948

Additional information

medium

gouache on paper

size

2" x 2-7/16"

signature

yes, lower + top right 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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