We can disassemble beads of association as: Eres, Eklesia (Church in Georgian), Erekle… Ereklesia. If we extend the chain of imagination, in some cave of consciousness will appear Erekle’s Palace with its president enjoying his inauguration and someone might think what Erekle has to do with the president but this author loves writing about men in power, he chases the people who are comfortably set on the top of hierarchy like with a sharp instincts of a Setter and, at the same time, he is an echo of the human beings who, suffering from economic, political or metaphysical pressure, have shut down their calling in their hearts. So, the question – can art be apolitical? – will never posed to the author of this book since the whole book is an answer to this question.

 

“It is no secret that outdated (we should not fear using this word) culture is trying to sell boredom as a high style. But, as you might guess, things don’t always go as “daffy wishes it”. On contrary, they go the way Deisadze likes it. And it is for the best. Trust my word. “ – Paata Shamugia