About Me
Just another name with a story after that
I do not take inspiration...the inspiration takes me. I just let it exist on its own. It is like a big bubble that in order to exist needs hands to build its material body. I am the hands.
Inspiration for me is not something that exists in the physical world. It is small details related with the general existence of the things surrounding us...or inside us. All the existing components that cannot be visualized, I believe, are the things that should be questioned about how they look. You might call inspiration too conceptual... but if it is not, then it is just Google Images...
INSPIRATION
There might be something under your bed... not only dust...
As a child I loved reading Stephen King`s books, which I consider the first stage of forming my visual interpretation of the world. How do you embody fear... How do you draw it... Describe it... I consider that fear is what drags people down to their degrading thoughts. I guess you can call it self-defense mechanism. ... To visualize all the fears that grow from the beginning (childhood) to the end ( . ) I used toys. Toys are the first possession we have and we are conscious enough to realize it.
We have an existing world between four walls - reflection of the world beyond... Objects with life... Dolls, teddy bears, wooden cubes, balloons, blanket fort... The extensions of the body/ life are the materials surrounding it. Where does the body end... Your teddy bear will protect you from the monsters at night, until you forget it. You can build a castle and play in it all day, until you become one with the walls. You can play with your dolls, until you decide you want to be one.
MY WORK
PORTFOLIOS
DETAIL
More than just an object
Within the next few flashes of time, I created a dimension which destroys the safe comfort of the mind. Perfect objects used to describe a world that does not consist of any perfect realities. Objects hiding behind their materiality - a lacking flesh substance, freezing and melting, going away. Fill the object. It is more than a hollow pile of atoms. It is a living being, floating in the air bubble that needs its hands to shape it. I am just the hands.
My mom says, if people are silent after the full stop. Then they are thinking.
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