Dose vol ∞
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Where are the borders, where are the limits?
The hesitating mind gathers madness.
The tender dusk only but leads to hypertension
and star dust feeds insomnia...
The hesitating mind gathers madness.
The tender dusk only but leads to hypertension
and star dust feeds insomnia...
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Playing is close to my heart. I play on paper and at times also in real life. In my mind, I create situations where I would like to be but which are highly unlikely to occur. In the animal kingdom, small animals learn the rules of life while playing. I am a human puppy, I do not have another choice. Probably.
According to Plato, art is a gift of gods to humans and a real artist knows nothing of what (s)he does…
Passion or fanaticism? Passion inside, fanaticism outside? That “something” which makes the blood pump faster and let’s/tells one to do things that “a decent regular person” does not (would not) do. Something that gives enough energy, faith and strength to walk barefoot over shatters. The best pieces of this world have been based on sincere personal experience, suffering.
Passion and suffering... What's the difference?
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The broken system of ways of thinking of units that have changed,
I run to the end and back, stopping in between.
Euphoric passion and sombre signs from the subconscious are my repressions.
This lethal way of thinking that isolates by abstracting,
by creating a distance between the subject and the pursuer.
The spirit is controlled by operations that allow no fantasizing of visuals.
Without justifying myself,
words offer pleasure.
Someone said – the possibilities in life are more than 1
The mood combines different shades
The midnight nightingale and the morning rain.
I run to the end and back, stopping in between.
Euphoric passion and sombre signs from the subconscious are my repressions.
This lethal way of thinking that isolates by abstracting,
by creating a distance between the subject and the pursuer.
The spirit is controlled by operations that allow no fantasizing of visuals.
Without justifying myself,
words offer pleasure.
Someone said – the possibilities in life are more than 1
The mood combines different shades
The midnight nightingale and the morning rain.
. . . . and the last dose,
A person’s life is a
M E T A M O R P H O S I S !
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(an accidental art)
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Technical data:
Size: length 5,60m x width 3m x height 5,80m
Medium: welded metal, 87 (old) school chairs
Size: length 5,60m x width 3m x height 5,80m
Medium: welded metal, 87 (old) school chairs
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It was my tenth fire sculpture. And even though the name came to me subconsciously, I now realize that metamorphosis is something that characterized the true nature of my practical work the best. There is no disappearance, there is only metamorphism! It may be an accidental art. It is also an environmental artwork, as I built a fire sculpture, a symbolic rocking chair, out of old school chairs. The progression of life ends in a rocking chair for all of us. First it starts with the rocking horse in our childhood. It continues by seesawing in different types of chairs in primary school, in secondary school, at university and then in the school of life. The life of a human being, indeed, is the metamorphosis.
It was my tenth fire sculpture. And even though the name came to me subconsciously, I now realize that metamorphosis is something that characterized the true nature of my practical work the best. There is no disappearance, there is only metamorphism! It may be an accidental art. It is also an environmental artwork, as I built a fire sculpture, a symbolic rocking chair, out of old school chairs. The progression of life ends in a rocking chair for all of us. First it starts with the rocking horse in our childhood. It continues by seesawing in different types of chairs in primary school, in secondary school, at university and then in the school of life. The life of a human being, indeed, is the metamorphosis.
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