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Tone Poem 60, 4.5” x 4.5”, acrylic paint and ink on watercolor paper #art #artwork #abstractart #abstractpainting #acrylicpainting #artonpaper #tinyart #painting #contemporaryart #artistoninstagram #artistsoninstagram #strathmorepaper #dmvartist #loudouncountyartist #nonobjectiveart #color #texture
Hand printed with a barren on Japan. 550mm by 400mm.
I am quite surprised at the three dimensional feel that the lines give. Almost like steelwork about to have concrete poured onto it. This effect was not exactly intentional. I think I will emphasise this more in the next print by trying to keep the lines straighter and more conforming to a perspective plane to see if I can get even more feeling of depth.
The closest one to our Sun. You can't see it with the naked eye. It's far away for us. And at the same time close. With flashes and oscillations and radiation in all ranges of the electromagnetic spectrum.
An unsteady star and fickle, as it should be. It looks too dull in the sky. It abruptly changes its brightness, its luster, its energy explodes, in the upper layers where the atmosphere.
There are planets all around it. Lifeless at first sight. But anything can be. The triple star system. It is alive in its own way. But the one closest to the Sun, it's as if it's alone, accidentally being there. A quirk rare in nature, exotic, mysterious Proxima.
I had one funny situation as a kid. I visited my mother's parents at summer. There wasn't much fun in the village but I'd like to point out, my grandfather was very good at playing cards. I was school-aged at the time and I started playing cards, too. Knowing that, my grandfather suggested playing.
It was a nice, warm evening, we sat down at the table, my grandfather shuffled a deck of cards and we started. The game was simple, I understood the rules despite my young age. In the end, we played all night.
I remembered that story for life. Grandfather did not cheat, everything was fair, he won 54 times, I won 8 times.
In this piece I have been exploring the idea of creating the visual interest in a wood engraving not entirely through the marks made by the graver but also through thinking about boundaries around area of mark making. The effect has been an assemblage or collage feel to the piece when it is of course printed from boxwood. I have been trying to get more of an abstract expressionist feel into wood engraving by including dribbles and scratches and other marks suggestive of speed when of course, wood engravings are very slow to produce.
I am not a skeptic in this question, moreover, due to the recent events that we are witnessing, it seems that they have long been among us.
Often going back to the nineties, remembering the rich colors that mottled everywhere, about the excitement that was in many areas of life, the good and bad aspects, I want to focus attention on the spirit of freedom and competition that was in the those time. It was a time of discoveries, new opportunities and trends. As a teenager I felt it in a special way, living every day with hopes for the best. There were many negative moments, but also positive ones, and they were bright, colorful, memorable for a long time. It was a special time. Especially for those who were just beginning their lives, the whole generation absorbed the open world that was emerging.
Winter came unexpectedly. We almost forgot what it was like. There was practically no snow. Only occasionally, blizzards and only in fragments, because recent years were mostly warm, almost autumn weather. But this time it was different. Winter broke into our everyday reality, abruptly, without warning, shackling the cold of, streets, roads, houses and residents. The snow fell from the sky with big flaks, they did not disappear, did not melt, and obediently congregate on heaps, forming something like mountain ridges in miniature sizes.
It was interesting to watch on it, because the snow was falling during the day and at night. It's true that not everyone liked it. And only children were happy about such changes. They were making snowballs. And with pleasure, climbing higher, on the roofs of garages, threw them in the urban transport and passers-by. And in the distance one could hear laughter and cheerful screams from the running crowd of children. It was as if everything was back to normal. A new turn. Trite and simple things that we forget so quickly.
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It's the artwork that brings me back to the days when I worked in a nightclub. My main task was to work with sound, in fact I always liked to work with sound, but that was until I had the opportunity to work with lighting, color, depth and brightness. During DJ performances, or live bands, I gave myself completely to the process. Except for the light, nothing existed for me at the time.
400mm high. Various woods including ebony, teak, oak, rubberwood, mahogany, lemonwood charred pine, plywood, beech, walnut. Some recycled wood, some driftwood, some bespoke elements.
Ok, this is going to sound a bit pretentious, but for some reason when I look at this, I keep thinking of a quote I had to memorise in college by Walter Gropius.
"Let us therefore create a new guild of craftspeople, free of the divisive class pretensions that endeavoured to raise a prideful barrier between craftspeople and artists! Let us strive for, conceive and create the new building of the future that will unite every discipline, architecture and sculpture and painting, and which will one day rise heavenwards from the million hands of craftsmen and women as a clear symbol of a new belief to come." (I have slightly modified this quote to be more inclusive, but you still get the jist).
Probably something to do with the fact that this is as much craft as art and its visual energy is pointing heavenward.
It was early spring. The city lived by unusual laws, there were many strange things, empty streets, weather like for this place and gradually the puzzle was forming into a single, previously unseen picture of the new reality. We can not say that the city froze, he continued to live, but not as before. So many expectations, so many surprises.
The weather was still cool, but everyone had the inner feeling of the approaching long-awaited warmth in heart. And the city, in harmony with the feelings of the citizens, also wanted to dump dust storms, sharp gusts of wind, the caustic smell of burning wood and breathe in the freshness of the coming summer, when on crowded streets, people full of hope and joy, will be running on their little business, when everything has it’s rhythm, works like clockwork and everyone knows own place.
The city greedily breathed, the sky was clean again, but something suggested how was, now will not be, it will be a new turn for everyone.
I've never been behave like a gambling man, only in sports. But now I had a slot machine in front of me, and my pocket was full of tokens. I was the only one who managed the process and nobody could stop me. I knew exactly what to do, how to do it and I had experience.
It's like it's real life, you play, you throw chip. Next, the ball is jump. The important thing is that it doesn't fall. Hold on as long as you can, or you'll have to add a token again.
But the game drags you out, time flies by fast, you like it, don't want to stop. However, sooner or later the game will end, you'll go happy, on other business, leaving part of yourself in the game room.
From the series, the colors of my city.
An empty house.
I often pass by new buildings, trying to imagine how this house will be inhabited. How this house is going to come alive. It's like the anthill, will be filled with people. How will there appear a retail outlets, cafes, lights at night and elevators going up and down.
But for now, it's all in the project. It's dusty and empty inside. Only builders do their job. Floor by floor, the house is growing.
I can imagine what this house will look like on advertising brochures. And like it advertising itself.
Then the lights go out, the noise of the city subsides, sleep envelops the streets, and under my feet a flyer with a new house.
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Acrylic sculptural relief mounted on wooden panel. 300mm by 150mm.
This turned out to be a difficult piece to accomplish. It is very difficult to glue transparent plastic without making a mess. Even if you are careful, one can still see where the top piece of plastic has been glued to the bottom one through the top piece, so the glued joint has to be pretty much perfect. It took quite a few attempts to get it this far. Still, one can still see the honesty of the construction.
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Small squares, from the sky like drops of rain, fall on city streets, parks and squares. The flow did not stop for hours, and as soon as the sky went over the horizon, these tiny particles began to shine from the lights of passing cars, lanterns and advertising signs. Like snowflakes, they rattled under pressure. Few people noticed them, it became commonplace. Today was no different than yesterday. One day it began and lasted for many years, then faded, and then gained strength again. It became ordinary, boring.
I've never been a good salesman, probably because I've always worked for someone. When a person defines his path in life, there are always certain difficulties. My path was no exception.
And to some extent, everything about commerce pushed me away. A mass of outdoor advertising, an announcer offering to buy a product from a TV screen and a voice on a radio station advertising a product.
It reminded me a funnel we all voluntarily fell into.
I was never against useful information and honest attitude towards the buyer. But my view of life prompted me to choose what I'm really interested in. To take only what will be a tool for me to achieve goals.
So on a certain day I decided to play with this crazy mix of offers and needs. Not the way I'm offered, but the way I want to.
Spring came into it’s own, though not in the usual way. The weather changed, people and their reality changed. More and more often the sun appeared, it was still not much warm, but for nature it was like a sip of clean water, fresh sea wind, renewal in all aspects. Nobody paid much attention to it, because it was always like that and no matter what man did, this process will be repeated again and again.
But is it really so? Are we able to appreciate what we have, to save it and to multiply it, not destroyed it, but created.
Spring was awakening and I wanted to cover myself with it, to be imbued with every new leaves on tree, bright, contrasting, fascinating colours of flowers. To be closer to what we pay little attention to, considering it a simple everyday thing.
Fixed all the problems in the first state of printing. Much better on white paper. Also, used a Zerkal etching paper so the detail is better. You can see even the marks from glass paper here and there.
It was late at night, I stood on the balcony and looked up at the sky. The stars seemed dim, and it made me feel weird. There were lots of clouds, and they made the stars muted. The painting was surreal. But still, there was no anxiety or fear.
Suddenly, a luminous dot began to move in the sky. That day, a satellite was launched and this information was everywhere in the media. Nothing unusual, the first thought in my head. But gradually the luminous dots became more and more, they moved in a well-defined orbit, sometimes at different distances from each other, sometimes close, sometimes farther away. Slowly, one after another, at different intervals, they flew through the sky into the dark clouds.
Some glowed and did not flicker, some gave themselves extra speed and began to glow brighter. The stars didn't look real, they seemed like satellites hanging in the sky.
There seemed to be something up there other than satellites, it watching both them and us. It was as if something had changed inside, another world had been born. It was easy, unexpected, few people understood it at that time. That's how we got to the next level. We opened the doors without knowing what was coming next.
This is my rethinking "Still life with apples". Instead of a metal can, I decided to add a several transparent plates, not one as in the original. The apples are chaotically scattered on a tablecloth that the viewer looks down on. The general rhythm sets the movement, some apples roll and fall from the table, some stopped. I also split the table into two parts, the first part farther away, the second part closer. It's just two angles, different looks. We look from a distance, and we get closer. What I was most interested in was color. The compositional component came out by itself.
For me it's summer, fresh harvest, the taste of something sweet, rain, warmth and comfort at home during a storm, calmness and a reminder that nothing stands still. The process is cyclical. What we see before us today, we can see in a year. It's something that exists but is absent at the same time, an instant.
Today a few words about practicality. It's something different for everyone. And at the same time, there are many similarities. I only take what I need, use it as much long as I can. Just how much I need, no more. Only for business, for important purposes, tasks. There's a rational grain to it, no one can objecting. That's how life works, if you live it without meaning, you won't get great results. And only weighing everything for and against, acting purposefully, without unnecessary fuss, calmly, step by step and then the dream becomes closer. A simple choice that everyone can make. Here it is not a question of a practical attitude to things, but to life and the world as a whole. About the world that we are losing today, don't you think?
Tone Poem 45, 4.5” x 4.5”, acrylic paint and ink on watercolor paper #art #artwork #abstractart #abstractpainting #acrylicpainting #artonpaper #tinyart #painting #contemporaryart #artistoninstagram #artistsoninstagram #strathmorepaper #dmvartist #loudouncountyartist #nonobjectiveart #color #texture
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