Alex Retivov Studio

Hooked on a Feeling

By Sonny Gordon

  A​LEX RETIVOV was 26 the day it happened. At the time, he was the manager for a chain of sports stores specializing in tennis and running. He was in Georgetown doing some business, walked past a small art gallery and stopped. He looked inside. Entered. If you were to ask him why he stopped and went in, he'd say it was just a feeling, something that whispered to him beyond his hearing it, beyond his seeing it. A feeling.

  On the walls Chagall, Miro and Picasso danced their magical dance of lines, shapes and colors before his eyes. There was a quote he remembered from somewhere... "If you could say it in words, there'd be no reason to paint." He watched the dance, speechless. Knew there were no words for this. And knew at that moment he wanted to paint. Knew he had to.

   "Chagall and Miro drew me closer to art as a more emotional interaction rather than just looking at a painting." Alex thinks that art, in any form, takes equal parts of talent and passion. One without the other is like a child sitting alone on a seesaw. Alex knew he had the passion. Now he wanted to see if he had the other half of the equation.   No, Alex didn't run back to his office, quit his job, take his life savings and move to Vitebsk. But he did run out and buy paint, brushes and papers. That same day. And he's been painting ever since.   

  Other works that inspire Alex are those of "...well, Kandinsky, Picasso, Matisse, Lam, traditional Japanese and Native American paintings, African sculptures and certainly Paul Klee--whom we even named our son after!"   At the moment, Alex is painting with Acrylics, gouache and ink on paper: "I enjoy the challenge of creating shape or color to start a composition and then seeing where it takes me. I enjoy working on paper. Etching, lithography, painting on other surfaces like stone are some of the things I want to explore."

  But Alex,  does a lot more exploring than that. He is also a photographer and virtuoso guitarist.  He remembers: "I always had a love for music. There was an old, acoustic guitar around the house, and I picked it up one day and started picking out a tune. guess I was around seven or eight then. It was sort of weird because pretty soon my fingers started doing things I wasn't telling them to... I was playing chords and strumming. By the time I was eleven, I was thinking, Yeah. I want to be a musician. Get an electric guitar. Play the blues. Rock and roll. Cool jazz. When I told my parents they said, Fine. But first you study classical. Then you do your rock and roll."