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Child

I wanted some kind of expression. Something that I definitely haven’t done before. And this is it. The devil is in the details, so to create this inscription…paint was used. Paint and sperm. Bringing a double meaning to the work.

We always know where a person is born from, but we never know where our creativity comes from? From people? From feelings? I think that people and feelings serve as a kind of trigger. In fact, every work is born from something else. From love? From the desire to convey the inner world and find people like us? I don’t know. Because often the people who are inspired by our creativity don’t inspire us. Or vice versa, we love someone else’s creativity, but we are ignored. Although it seems to you that all you need is for a person to maintain contact.

My creativity is born from darkness. Not abstract or fantasy. From the darkness of my soul. That’s probably why I often have “bloody” works. That’s probably why I often use the red colour of light. Because blue is cold, and green is nothing. Only in red do I see things the way I would like to see them.

She should be ten in a little over a week. If you made something with papier mache and you have paper left over – it’s just garbage. Leftovers from work. If you wanted a child, and got a tombstone – this work that I did today is probably the best thing you can use such material for.

Bad Habits

It just so happens that I realize my inner world in my work. And this is the very case when the emotion that was experienced was reflected in this picture, or rather, a series.

“It’s crazy
How did this start with fire?
Burning when I met you
With desire

It’s crazy
How did we get to this?
We both fell for something
We didn’t know exists..”

“I lost control
You had it
We were alone
Bad habits
We lost control
We had it
Now I’m alone
Bad habit…”(c)Nerv