Mikhail Turovsky was born in 1933 in Kyiv into the family of Shaul Turovsky, a taylor.[2] During the Second World War, he was evacuated to Samarkand with his mother and an older brother. Although over the draft age, his father volunteered for active duty and was killed in action in 1943.
Turovsky attended the art school in Samarkand. His classmates included Ilya Kabakov (later a noted conceptualist artist).
Turovsky commenced a prolific creative career in 1957, participating in numerous exhibitions of Ukrainian art in Kyiv, Moscow, as well as in many traveling exhibitions to Europe and Latin America. In 1962, he became a member of the Union of Artists of USSR.
Mikhail Turovsky forsook his official career for the sake of creative freedom and emigrated with his family to the United States in 1979. The Turovsky family first settled in the Bronx[4] and he resumed his work there. After that important move, his career developed rapidly. His international reputation grew as he exhibited in New York, Jerusalem, Paris, Brussels, Madrid, Venice, Arles[5] and other cities in Europe.
In 2008, Turovsky was awarded the title of People's Artist of Ukraine by the President of Ukraine Viktor Yushchenko[6]
In 2009, he was voted in as a member of the Ukrainian Academy of Art.[7]
Aphorist
Turovsky is also the author of a collection of aphorisms, Itch of Wisdom (Hemlock Press, 1990) (originally published in Russian as Зуд Мудрости (Cikuta Press) in 1984).[8] This book is considered influential in its genre in Russian. Many excerpts from it have been included in the russophone aphoristica anthologies.
"The first ape who became a man thus committed treason against his own kind."
"Man is afraid of prison although he himself consists of cells."
"Oppression is the legitimate mother of liberation. There's no hiding from alimony."
"When your legs get weaker time starts running faster."
"Broken wings fit more easily in standard-size boxes."
"Death is so preoccupied with life, that it has no time for anything else."
"Now the Rubicon peacefully flows into the Styx."
"If you have got a fulcrum, there is no need to turn over the world."
"The longer a dead-end, the more it looks like a road."
Personal life
He lives and works in New York City, with his wife Sophia.[10] He is the father of the painter and composer Roman Turovsky and the poet Genya Turovskaya.
