completes the series «sonotso»
🔹"soshortsoendless. place"
🔹"soshortsoendless. people"
🔹"soshortsoendless. path"
🔹"soshortsoendless. the word "
huge moments that are richly compressed into a form are sealed in us forever.
no matter how we try to stretch them by the edges, prolonging their path.
so short so endless
so not so
paper, acrylic

soshortsoendless

continuation of the series "sonotso"
🔹"so good, so sad.inside"
🔹"so good, so sad.outside "
there is an endless feeling of light sadness.
and everything is so, but not so. not so and at the same time so. 
we can move the focus. from a point topic to a large-scale blurring of questions. we can rotate these two pictures, collecting plus and minus, expand the coordinates and look at different angles. 
glass, acrylic, marker.

sogoodsosad

the series "sonotso" opens with four paintings 
"so far so close".
own world and its feeling is intertwined with the worlds of others, another.
energy, sensation and rhythm create a form within which contrasting, contradictory events take place every second so close and at the same time for various reasons so far away.
every moment everything slips away, dissolves in this endless live broadcast of our life. but at the same time it was invented by us. it was also scratched by us, like drawings on a rock by the first people, and also imprinted into the ground with traces, bones, mistakes and progress. 
I look at it from above, through my subjective color filter, observe what I can do?
in the meantime... so far so close.

sofarsoclose

what is it in me, in the outside of the present?
triptych

only

myother

in the endless live broadcast,
the days flow from, flow in, interweave into another day. infinitely and irrevocably.

monochrome and very different.
a day is like a week and like a minute.

when you turn around, you no longer remember each of them with relief or sadness.
willy-nilly, they merge into a monochrome color. your color.

but I am against merging them into the monochrome of my memory, my feelings; indifferently, without seams, connecting them into a single layer of history.
after all, life consists of every day. every day is important.

DAYS.view turning around. part 1

Alice!

he world is so fragile! 
in the white haze for centuries people have been inventing, feeling, creating. 
we destroy, everything is destroyed, no matter what you do. 
skeletons of houses, people remain... 
there is only feeling to fill space, only it creates form. 
everything else is too fragile, everything else is infinitely flowing away to nowhere.


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