I was sitting in his garden making one of many drawings – when it suddenly hit me. The realm of absolute artistic freedom, the unique relationship with materials he used, the immense garden in front of my eyes – shadows of his sculptures, wind blowing and playing with my hair, all the meanings of life.. emotions overflowing.. it became a place where I tried to establish meeting with eternity – to bring the infinitesimal part to the wholeness.
My drive is the urge to fulfill elementary and primordial human needs, those transcendental, which are nowadays almost forgotten – those are the needs which are not giving us right to choose. It is a hunger for something beyond itself – to discover in all lusts and all crimes, in all trials and all despair, an infinite reason for existence; where each part of the body is will – it is (in all the glory) eternal victory of the human spirit.
Rodin work is the mystery that excites me and awakens the desire to capture that particular moment.
My current work is a hommage to Auguste Rodin’s life and his work.
“If you gaze long enough into the abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.” Friedrich Nietzsche Overlooking a great depth toward the abyss, humble and difficult beauty that could be seen when everything else was familiar, when life was boring and prepared to be lived in certain and predictable way. Similar as animals […]
Secret contemplation, listening to echoing of one’s own depth. Listening. Echoing… Echoing. Listening…
There is nobody to answer, there is nobody to tell me how the destiny has changed. The hunter has become the victim. Now it’s me who is the hunted monster. Me and my Flying Dutchman, from wherever, condemned to sail our seas.
“Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty.” ― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
“This gesture is symbolic of the departure from all uncertainty, from a happiness that has not yet been, from a grief that will now wait in vain, from man who live somewhere and whom he might have met some time, from all possibilities of tomorrow and the day after tomorrow; and from Death which he had thought far distant, that he had imagined would come mildly and softly and […]
Victory in defeat
This poor caryotid has fallen under the load. She is a good girl… look at her face. Serious, unhappy at her failure, not blaming anyone, not even gods.. and she’s crumpled under it. But she’s more then just good art denouncing bad art; she’s a symbol for every woman who ever shoulder a load too heavy. But not alone woman… this symbol means every man and woman who […]
Impermanence (Anicca) Ancient Greek philosopher Parmenides claimed that being is eternal, that it doesn’t move or change. Zenon with his paradoxes tried to help him in proving his theory. But the Ancient Greeks did not know the true nature of infinity. Today we mostly agree, as Buddhist did, with Heraclitus when he argued just the […]
Each short day here at the equator concludes in an ending with no fanfare, swift and without twilight. The suns performance is rudely smothered and hurried away, the stage seized in an act of sudden night. And the nights are dark, dark as the sight of the newly blind in which the planet curls and […]
Once more alone
Bergson was the first who managed to understand the essence of time. He threw away watches and claimed that duration is the only way of approaching knowledge of the absolute and real life. Through duration determinism becomes an impossibility and freewill mobility. Proust was searching for lost time. In the moments of nibbling a Madeleine […]
Barking enters the darkness around midnight. I question myself through a dream; is it a dog, a leyak, or the return of awakened memories? Maybe the last two are one and the same. I feel my anxiety rising. But not for long. I manage to hold firmly onto the passage of time and the sound […]