It was in Baku. The piano was brought to the second floor either from the first, or from the third floor. And Farik played jazz ... And how he played!
It was a long autumn in Baku, or rather, in the restaurant "Baku" in Soviet Moscow, on Gorky Street. Did it have anything to do with painting? Direct. As I understood painting then. We then spoke with Farik about the reality and abstractness of the horizon, about the color of the white fences in Azerbaijan and Spain, about the sound of the picturesque texture of Tapies (who knew this remarkable Spaniard then in Moscow?)...
Works of recent years, painted by Farhad Khalilov, for me remain in the space of actual perception and experience. Their suggestiveness, their meditativeness, conditioned by the contemplation of nature, its artistic interpretation, retains the value, if not actual, then equally important - true, faithful (including faith), perhaps eternal ...
The modern art process in a state of permanent renovation casts doubt on the established artistic values. Jazz sessions are mostly attended by people of my generation. And I do not have time to go on Wednesdays to the Club on Brest in Moscow. But. I hear this music, I hear it in the works of Khalilov, and it sounds louder and louder ... And you will surely hear it!