Don’t promise that we will be together forever here, in joy and sorrow…
Saint Creature Because our souls are no longer here to heal them,
the incurably ill…
music
Diptych “Void”
Sometimes certain things in my head come together into a composition that is mostly understandable only to me.
Pain is the way to get out of your pain..
Who hurt you, babe?
It wasn’t me, babeWas it society? Reality?Your tragic sexuality? Ah.. Read More
Admiring scars and pretty little wounds..
..It’s only real if it scars you.. Read More
Метеликами раненими з темноти..
“Холодними вітрами прямо до кісток, стій… Read More
I Am Under Water
The idea for this work arose almost immediately when I saw the video for the song Breathe by the band Glass Bridges.
Your mom say “You can change your face but the pain won’t go away”
There are situations when you can easily explain something to your brain, but there are other damn organs that it doesn’t reach.
“There is no such thing as love in LAPlastic people don’t got nothing to sayThey’re judging me, I’m judging youWe ain’t got nothing else to doThere’s no such thing as love in LA”(с)Palaye Royale
You said you wanted more..
I came to the conclusion that I don’t miss communication as much as the exchange of creative experiences. When a person shares their thoughts on creativity, you share yours – and something ripens in you from that. That is, diversity on the topic of ideas and their implementation.
Communication as such is not interesting to me now and is not needed, because it only takes up time, which I already have so little. In a certain sense, it is sad that I myself wanted more communication “about creativity”, and less about personal things, but personal things crept in from all sides and we have what we have.
“What if I wanted to break?
Laugh it all off in your face
What would you do? (Woah)
What if I fell to the floor?
Couldn’t take this anymore
What would you do, do, do?”(c)30StM
I have a thought that now I will draw a picture in my head and realize it in the work that I associate with this song. More precisely, a cover of it…
Especially for this:
“You said you wanted more
What are you waiting for?
I’m not running from you, from you”
Something better (Than You)
Well. As you can see from the work – I’m a bit bloodied, but still alive 🙂 Read More
Stay
I didn’t have time to write anything before she blocked me. So…I’ll do it here. I don’t think she’ll ever read or see this, just let it be here. Read More