The space on my canvas is like a construction kit. You can “put the kit together” if you don’t do it on one level, but if you fall into the multidimensional space of yourself (if, of course, there is a space to “fall” into): if you stop thinking in rational terms. For me, it is also important that when the viewer looks at my canvas, they feel that the canvas is also looking back at them.
Scold’s bridle – a mask of shame. Iron bars woven into a «cage». This device was used in the Middle Ages and Modern times in Europe, it was put on a woman as punishment for excessive talkativeness, swearing, arguments. Sometimes such masks had a metal gag that would wound the tongue when attempting to speak. But in most cases there was none, for the main aspect of punishment was the publicity of denunciation, shame. Such a mask might, for example,Read next
We. We crawl up the ladder as best we can. Clinging tightly to its woody flesh. Suddenly someone stops. For him the ladder becomes the frame of a window through which one looks at death.Death metal flies across the sky.We saw the sky when we took our eyes off the stairs, managed to lift our heads and look up. We heard the words «peaceful sky». One man, who had been a soldier in the past, used to tell us thatRead next