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George
Voronovsky
 George
Voronovsky lived the last decade of his life on a pension
in a hotel among a hundred similar hotels along the whitewashed
strip of Ocean Drive, in what is now the center point
of Miami Beach's trendy South Beach. His tiny room looked
over the grassy park and expansive ocean; this is where
he lived richly. He was a solitary figure, alone among
a sea of retirees. No one saw the astonishing images that
were tacked up throughout his room, which he painted with
cheap watercolors on discarded pieces of cardboard. Vivid
recollections of his charmed youth in the Ukraine, along
with a myriad of decorations he fashioned out of refuse,
filled his space. White walls bothered him for they allowed
his thoughts to wander in painful directions. Voronovsky's
remarkable art reflected on an idealized past that was
preferable to the one he actually lived: a past of war,
concentration camps, and a family to which he would never
return. He directed his mind to the present through his
art, choosing to live amongst "the beauty of nature." |
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