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[Acrylic on Canvas, Spraypaint]
170 cm X 110cm
[Acrylic on Canvas]
110 cm X 80 cm
[Emulsion paint, alcohol based pigmant and spray paint on canvas]
"I've come to a realization, a profound insight that has left me cynical yet strangely at peace. Trauma, it seems, is nothing but a figment of our imagination. We can choose to ignore it and it disappears, like a mist that dissipates with the first rays of the sun. Trauma is a poignant reminder of our lessons, the hard-won experiences that shape us and make us who we are. And yet, there's a catch. Forgetting what we once experienced is bliss. It's the ultimate escape from the curse of remembrance, a curse that drives us to the brink of madness, to the edge of our sanity. But life doesn't work that way, does it? Life is a harsh teacher, and it will not let us forget our lessons so easily. So what's the solution, then? We must take our lessons full on, embrace them with open arms. We mustn't shy away from the hard-won experiences that life throws our way, for they are there to teach us, to make us better, to make us stronger. We mustn't seek escape, for it is nothing but a momentary delay to what will inevitably come. I've learned that consequences are here for me to remember, and so I shall sit and accept my decisions. I'll embrace the scars that come with them, for they are a testament to the lessons I've learned. I know that a physical burn will heal, but a burn in our minds will leave a forever scar."
In a world where ignorance is bliss, we must confront our burning memories and the lessons they teach us. They are our companions, our guides, and our reminders that we are constantly evolving beings. So, let us sit with our memories, accept the consequences of our decisions, and let the burning sensation of the past remind us of the lessons we have learned." Available
[Emulsion paint, alcohol based pigmant and spray paint on canvas]
"As I contemplate nostalgia, I am struck by the burning sensation that it evokes within me. It is a poignant reminder of the memories that I hold dear, yet inevitably slip away from my grasp. Memories that were once filled with excitement and wonder now lay in ashes, nothing but a mere remnant of what once was. A bitter reminder of the absence of something that was once so important to us. I am forced to confront the fleeting nature of my existance and how easily it can be lost in the sands of time. As I stare into the abyss, I can't help but wonder if our memories will one day all feel the same. Will they too be reduced to mere burning memories, forgotten in the haze of our minds? Perhaps, at the end of our lives, we will be left with nothing but a slide projection of memories, burned in our retinas like a fading flame. But even then, will we truly appreciate the beauty of those memories or will they be nothing but blank absences, lost in the ether of our consciousness? It's a powerful reminder of our existance, no matter how significant, is fleeting and will one day fade away. it's a reminder to cherish the moments that I have and to live my life to the fullest, for in the end, all that we will be left with are the burning memories of what once was."
[Emulsion paint, alcohol based pigmant on raw canvas]
"We are lost. It is essential, indispensable to our very being. To disregard it would be both a shame and a pity. For without it, we are rendered nothing, mere shadows of ourselves. The consequences of lacking this are dire, leading only to non-existence. As I ponder these thoughts, I am reminded of the story of the Grand Inquisitor. In his arrogance, he cast aside the very foundation upon which his faith was built, believing that he could create a new foundation, one that would be more suited to the modern age. But in doing so, he lost sight of the very essence of faith, the very reason why it existed in the first place. In the end, the Grand Inquisitor found himself alone, without the support of the very people he had sought to help. His foundation, lacking the essential element that gave it life, crumbled beneath his feet. And in its place, there was nothing but emptiness, nothingness, and the cold embrace of death. We must remember that without this foundation, we cannot hope to find meaning in our lives. It is the very reason for our existence, the guiding light that leads us on our journey through life. To cast it aside, to disregard it, is to embrace our own destruction. For without it, we are nothing but empty shells, adrift in a sea of confusion and despair."
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[Emulsion paint, alcohol based pigmant on raw canvas]
"As I stand before my canvas, brush in hand, I am struck with a sense of apprehension. The doubts and fears that plague me threaten to overtake my mind. I wonder if what I am doing is truly worthwhile, if it is a use of my time that will ultimately lead to something meaningful. It is in these moments of uncertainty that I must remind myself of the true value of art. For me, painting is not merely a pastime or a hobby. It is a crucial part of my identity, a means by which I can connect with the world around me and express my innermost thoughts and feelings. Without it, I fear that I would lose touch with myself, that I would become just another face in the crowd, devoid of any true purpose or direction. And so, I press on, brush stroke by brush stroke, striving to capture a single moment in time and immortalize it on my canvas. As I work, I lose myself in the process, feeling the lines and colors take on a life of their own. In those moments, I am no longer merely an observer of the world, but an active participant, shaping and reshaping the world as I see fit. It is a strange and wondrous feeling, to be both creator and creation, to be able to give shape and form to the ideas and emotions that swirl within me. And yet, it is a feeling that I cannot help but crave, a longing that drives me forward, even when the doubts and fears threaten to overwhelm me."
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[Emulsion paint, alcohol based pigmant on raw canvas]
"I desregard the human desire for safety and security, I find myself drawn to a different perspective. While the idea of a stable and predictable existence may be comforting, I believe that it is only in the midst of uncertainty and danger that we truly grow and evolve. It is easy to become complacent and stagnant in a life of comfort. It is only when we are pushed to our limits that we can truly understand the depths of our own resilience. The experience of facing insecurity and danger has become somewhat of an obsession. Despite the risks and the inevitable pain that accompanies such experiences, I find myself drawn to it. It is as though I am constantly seeking out this pit of discomfort, knowing that only by fully immersing myself in it can I emerge as a stronger, more capable person. Of course, it is not an easy path to take. The darkness and agony of such experiences can be overwhelming at times, and I am often left feeling drained and exhausted by the sheer effort required to overcome them. But even in the midst of the most difficult moments, I know that I am building a strong foundation for myself. And ultimately, it is this sense of inner strength that allows me to face whatever challenges life may throw my way."
[Acrylic, spray paint and alcohol based pigmants on canvas]
"Please, take a deep breath and trust me when I say everything will be alright. Just look at me! I want you to know that I've changed. Can't you see it? I'm not the same person I used to be."
[Acrylic, spray paint and alcohol based pigmants on canvas]
"You, yourself, and that's all there is to it. I am just as solitary as you'll ever be, and you will be just as solitary as I'll ever be. No one is exceptional, and everything is precisely how it is, without any interpretation or rosy filter. As they say, it is what it is, no better, no worse. The truth is plain, bare, and unyielding, and nothing can change that."
[Acrylic, spray paint and alcohol based pigmants on canvas]
"When tomorrow starts without me, who's to say you truly cared for my existence? Perhaps you did, or maybe not. Regardless, one thing is clear: as tomorrow dawns, do carry on with your life because this world will continue to spin, oblivious to my presence or absence."
[Acrylic, spray paint and alcohol based pigmants on canvas]
"Just as a glance can unveil an expansive landscape, a single gaze can unmask a person's true nature. To be frank, an appealing appearance cannot alter the reality that a swine is nothing but a swine. Once we attain enough maturity to perceive beyond the surface level, that's when we can claim to have achieved a state of enlightenment."
[Acrylic, spray paint and alcohol based pigmants on canvas]
"What we once were defines who we are today. It's not about what we are right now, but about what will we be in the future? Are we capable of evolving beyond our past mistakes and experiences? Or will we continue to be trapped by our previous circumstances and remain stagnant?"
[Acrylic and alcohol based pigments on wood]
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[Acrylic and alcohol based pigments on wood]
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[Acrylic and alcohol based pigments on wood]
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[Ink on photo paper]
"I find it difficult to fully grasp the concept of love when I consider it from a reductionist viewpoint. According to this perspective, love is nothing more than a biological response to a potential mate with a different immune system. Love is just another social construct, a myth created by those in power to keep the masses in line and ensure the continuation of the species. I'm skeptic towards traditional values and morality is in line with this view of love as a biological imperative. Despite this cynical view of love, I cannot deny its emotional impact on me as an individual. It is a complex and multifaceted emotion that defies easy explanation. Perhaps the unease I feel when I try to think too deeply about love is a result of my inability to fully comprehend its nature and purpose. While I may be programmed to experience it, that does not necessarily mean that I fully understand it. Yet, despite all of this, I cannot deny that love remains an integral part of the human experience. It inspires us, drives us, and helps us grow as individuals. To dismiss it outright as an illusion or a trick of biology would be to deny a fundamental part of what it means to be human."
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"Love is indeed a complicated thing. It can bring us great joy and fulfillment, but it can also cause us immense pain and suffering. And yet, despite all the heartbreak and disappointment, we still find ourselves searching for it every day. Perhaps this is because we are creatures of habit, creatures of desire. We crave connection and intimacy, and love seems to offer us a way to satisfy those desires. But once we have tasted love and felt its sting, we are hesitant to dive in again. We may say we never want it again, but deep down we know that is not entirely true. Or maybe it's because we are driven by a sense of obligation or expectation. Society tells us that we should seek love and companionship, that it is the natural order of things. And so we continue our search, even when our hearts are weary and our spirits broken. Love is not something to be pursued for its own sake. It is not an end in itself, but a means to an end. It is a way for us to transcend our own limitations, to reach beyond ourselves and connect with something greater. And yet, I warn not to become too attached to love or to rely on it too heavily. For love, like all things in life, is fleeting and impermanent. We should enjoy it while it lasts, but never lose sight of the fact that it is ultimately transitory."
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"Hate is indeed a powerful emotion, but it is not one to be taken lightly. It is a force that can consume and destroy, leaving nothing in its wake but bitterness and pain. But perhaps hate serves a purpose after all. Without hate, there would be no love, no passion, no intensity in life. Hate provides the contrast necessary to appreciate the beauty of love, to savor its sweetness and cherish its moments. However, this does not mean that hate should be celebrated or embraced. Rather, it should be acknowledged as a necessary evil, a dark side of human nature that cannot be denied. We must hate to hate what we love."
[Alcohol based pigments on glass]
"Это не блеф. И те, кто пытается шантажировать нас ядерным оружием, должны знать, что флюгер может повернуться и направить в их сторону"
[Alcohol based pigments and spray paint on canvas]
"Oh, the struggle of creation! How naive to believe that one can make something out of nothing. Such a notion is the result of a deluded mind, unable to comprehend the true nature of the world. Our brain is nothing but a product of evolution, a mere tool of survival, not meant for creating anything meaningful or worthwhile. Yet, we persist in this folly, using our feeble minds to imagine things that do not exist and then torturing ourselves to bring them into being. It is a masochistic endeavor, one that only serves to darken our thoughts and infect our souls with the virus of creativity. And what is the reward for this suffering? A fleeting moment of satisfaction, quickly followed by the realization that what we have created is nothing but a mere imitation of what already exists. A pathetic attempt to replicate the beauty of nature, which we will never be able to surpass."
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"Insomnia, the worst of struggles, is an affliction that haunts me relentlessly. It is a curse that can drive even the strongest of minds to madness. And the worst part? It's not just the lack of sleep that torments me, but the thoughts that come falling down on us like a torrential rain. It's like a never-ending cycle of despair, as I toss and turn, unable to find any respite. Lately, I have been struggling to sleep because of certain dreams. Dreams that have nothing to do with my day-to-day lives, but are instead memories of the past. Memories that I thought had long been buried and forgotten, now resurfacing the minds with a vengeance. These memories bring out the worst of fears, and I jolt awake, unable to go back to sleep. Taking medication, hoping that it will help, but deep down, we know that it's just a temporary fix."
[Ink on photo paper]
"Ah, fat, the ultimate symbol of body deformation and abuse. When we talk about fat, we're not just talking about excess weight. No, we're talking about something much more insidious, a complex pattern that spreads across the overweight body of one who hasn't been careful with themselves lately. But oh, the consequences are real, my friend. The way that fat clings to our bodies, like a parasite that refuses to let go, is a testament to the damage that we have inflicted upon ourselves. It's a physical manifestation of our own weaknesses and failures, a reminder that we have let ourselves go. And yet, society has made it all too easy for us to ignore the truth. We have been taught to accept our bodies, no matter what shape or size they may be. We have been told that beauty comes in all forms, that fat is just as beautiful as any other body type. But let us not be fooled by these lies. Fat is not beautiful, it is a sign of our own self-destruction. It is a reminder that we have failed to take care of ourselves, that we have let ourselves go down a path of indulgence and excess."
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"The gift I gave to my mom for her birthday was not just any ordinary present. It was a piece of artwork that I had created myself, a simple piece on the surface, but with a deep and complex meaning that only my mother and I could understand. It was not just the physical beauty of the piece that made it so special, but the thought and effort that went into its creation. I spent countless hours pouring my heart and soul into this piece, carefully selecting each element and detail to ensure that it would be perfect for her. The true complexity of the piece, however, lies in its meaning. It is a reflection of our shared experiences and memories, a celebration of the bond between a mother and her child. Every line, every color, every brush stroke was infused with the love and gratitude that I feel for my mother, and with the knowledge that she has always been there for me, no matter what. To an outsider, the piece may seem simple, even mundane. But to my mother and me, it is a symbol of our unbreakable connection, a reminder of the love that we share."
[Acrylic, spray paint and alcohol based pigments on wood boards]
"Need I say more"
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