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Megállíthatatlanul haladok előre térben és időben. Egyre gyakrabban hagyom el a jelenet, és önként elindulok a morzsák keresésében, amelyek emberként meghatároznak.
1994.
Ebből az elválaszthatatlan kettősségből csak a háttérben egy tájmá alakított héjat ölelem át. Olyan jelen volt korábban, annyira vágyott mostára, és egyáltalán nem szükséges.
A magány a menedékem.
When I look closely, things become weird. When did I decide to trade my time (my life) for amusing data? Our extended reality narrows the interaction. For some reason I don’t care how to complete a great end for my life, no matter what it means. It’s better some guys feed me with stupidity every second. They fill the gaps of my timeline.
The machinery creates the artificial global relationship. Plastic opinions that causes me more pain than a punch in stomach. We deserves a marionette existence. Doesn’t sound bad. Here my personality, gives me a miserably rented life, please.
I belong to a forever disappearing world.
Soy una botella de plástico que anteriormente contenía agua y que durante un tiempo ha sido machada. Ahora estoy siendo iluminado con una luz cálida y el poco agua que queda, sucia, no cae por el abismo sino que se proyecta por un plano no Minkowskiano
足元で大地が変わる
私は留まろうとしています
謎の糸が、長い間異質だった現実に私を結びつけます
現実と私はつかの間のお互いを見つめ合う
私の隣の席には誰もいません
他の駅では下がっています
私は葉っぱに思いを馳せ、風に乗って、猫と私は遊び、永遠を可能な限り伸ばします
シーツを開けて中に乗り込み、毛布で覆うと、その世界を描くために必要なものがすべて見つかりました
Obstoj dobi obliko, obup, barvo, prostor, žalost, čas, mir, vonj, evforijo. Vznemirljiva zgodba, ki jo nehame, da bi o njej razmišljali, brez naglice, vam je ni treba povedati, ni vam treba govoriti o njej. Tišina in občudovanje.
Small butterflies appear static over the crunchy salt slice that occasional rains pour over the rocks. A simple example of beauty, not a moment, could be an eternity.
An Estrella Damm beer, a Nocturne of Chopin and the window partially opened, letting the cold breeze enter while the sunset changes the sky.
Old track to Barrachina’s castle
Oil canvas 45×30
Seated in a hand-bones made throne, he is absent and absorbed by selfish thoughts.
In front of him a figure stands up holding the hand of their almost died beloved. He’s swearing revenge.
Hate should start a destruction and creation process.
Oil canvas 60×60
Plants, sand and extremely slow silence. There should be a continuation of the perception series where the landscape is reshaped on the observant’s brain.
That idea arose after a visit to Death Valley. Could be the first one after years with acrylic paint crafted with oil paint.
Tones of acrylic art combined with a catalytic apple pie and some nights, but mostly afternoons being in an Autumn 2024 mood.
1.2m x 0.6m, free hand-cut.
Creation process:
Hand-cut 1mx50cm canvas from a 2x2m roll, Titan acrylics, Escoda paintbrushes, a pencil, an easel, a piece of cloth.
A visit to Death Valley on Summer and a mobile phone to take some photos. Enough time to think. Crafted on evenings and nights of Autumn 2024.