Curiculum Vitae

Personal data:
Rumen Zhekov was born on March 1, 1960, in Haskovo.In 1979 he finished the High School of Art in the town of Kazanlak.
He stadied painting in Prof. Mikhailov's class and graduated from Sofia Akademy of Fine Arts in 1988.
Since 1989 the artist has been a member of the Union of Bulgarian Artists and THE EDGE Art Group.He has been one of DISKO '95 Art Group sinse 1995.
Roumen Zhekov's work range over painting, drawing,photography, installation,action, happening and performance.He lives and works in Plovdiv.

Individual Exhibitions:
2004- L' Union Gallery, Plovdiv
1998- Romfea Gallery, Plovdiv
1996- Lukas Gallery, Plovdiv
1994-Starinna GalleryPlovdiv
1994-Art 36 Gallery,Sofia
1992-Wittgenstein House, Vienna Austria
1992- Art Classika Gallery, Plovdiv
1991-UBA Gallery, Plovdiv
1991-Autumn Art Exhibitions,Plovdiv
1990- The Red Pony Gallery, Plovdiv
1989-Starinna Gallery, Plovdiv

Collective Exhibitions:
1997- Modern Bulgarian Art,Old Chapel Gallery, Amsterdam, Holland
1997-Bulgarian Art, Kampo&Kampo Gallery, Antwerp
1997-Artists of Plovdiv,Wittgestein House, Vienna, Austria
1997-Art Expo,Belgrade, Yugoslavia
1996- The Plastik image of the 1990-ies, National Palace of Culture,Sofia
1996- Casa Azura Gallery, San Benedetto, Italy
1994-Modern Bulgarian Painting, Congress Centre, Strasbourg,France
1994- Modern Bulgarian Drowing, Arizona, USA
1993-Bulgarian Art, Art Academy Gallery, Tel Aviv, Israel
1992- Moment of Truth, Karl Drepur Gallery. Plymouth, USA
1992-Gallery 100, la Valeta, Malta
1992-Artists of Plovdiv, Istanbul, Turkey
1992- Artists of Plovdiv,Burdwegel, Germany
1992-Akademy of Arts Gallery, Eskisehir,Turkey
1990-Young Painters, Vienna, Austria
1990-Opole, Poland
1990-Abrahamsgarden Gallery, Norberg, Sweden

Twenty Queries from/to Roumen Zhekov
Doesn't the road to each creation lead through this ancient town.
You would escape into the unreal space, but where do fugitives dwell.
Why are the stars rushing towards me.
Ashen vision - a thrill of beauty or: a vision of ashes.
Why is the loneliness of this invisible parlour sucking in azure, mist and monsters.
The voice of darkness whispers in the ancient forest - oh heaven, where is your vanity.
Where to now - into the colours of reincarnation of right into the immortality of your soul.
Sanctuary, why am I coming back.
Oh Lord, whose soul is winging its way through space, oh Lord.
What did you see in the exquisitness of thought, just passing by,
- Or in the bushes which a beast just hid in,
- Or in the strean that washed away some fish invisible to you.
Are you the one that's hugging your own self, are you the one that's kissing your own self.
Just take a sip and ask a woman's body if that has made the landscape any better.
What does a flower need to tell me in my dream.
Why did you have to curse the cosmic beauty just when you touched its flesh at last.
Is it a man that's passing in the darkness or Hebar's golden waters flowing through.
Is the falling angel also coming back to Earth
Are we really in the flock of birds to Earth.
Why is human fantasy wandering in an unreal image.
Will this moment also leave me out, will this moment also cast me out.
Why are you caressing me, oh Lord.

Vesselin Sariev.