The grid displays the chronology of the implementation of each of these works, let's go:
The Path to Revelation
It all started in the spring. It was then that I realized how not sweet this thing is - life. Hard work and endless victories were in vain in front of the unshakable face of fate. What should happen will happen, regardless of your choice. At that moment, emotions and feelings ideologically poured out on a piece of paper for notes. This was my new beginning, my rebirth, or, if you want, I took the first step in a meaningless marathon race called our life
6 months later, in the fall, the very moment came when I knew for sure that the time of thought, idea, had come, that I was completely confident in the correctness and importance of its implementation. I began to translate it into digital space, breathe life into it and mix it with current experiences - I was overtaken by love, perhaps real, I will not make a guess. I hope so!
By the time this work was completed (6 months of reflection + 3-4 weeks of processing), I was completely different. I've changed a lot more than ever, but I've never, ever given up on who I really am. I ran
Portal
Spring, a lot of thinking, huge plans and each of them is hardly feasible. It will all be over soon, my attempts to do something, fix it or at least support it at the proper level are absolutely futile, I don't see any results, returns. This is comparable to hell, hell, the walls of which lead you to oblivion
And yes, everything is the same as in your usual life, friend. You can go outside and look up at the sky. Somewhere out there, far away, there is something so incredible in the most general sense, unimaginable events are taking place that have a tremendous impact on everything that will happen after. And here you are, stuck in the sky, a little man, with your "problems and plans", like everyone who is passing by you right now
Where will this take you and all of humanity? Digitized after ~6 months, in the fall, within a few weeks
Plan
The last days of spring. I hardly eat anything, I sleep for several hours a day. Everything is terribly simple and logical. All my actions, studies, content, are automated as much as possible, there are no thoughts in my head, there are only meaningless actions. No, they are not meaningless, useless, devoid of goals and desires, deprived of the spark of life, the most precious thing that we have. What you see when talking to a person you like. Only the body remained
What you see is hopelessness and reflection on what I did wrong and what it means to be alive. This work was digitized ~6 months later, in the fall, in a few days
This is me
The last days of spring and the beginning of summer.I remembered everything. All the most beautiful and terrible moments of my life
Everything I saw, everyone I talked to, all my thoughts. From all this, I picked out the most vivid and significant for me
Absolutely spontaneously in the flow of these thoughts, in order not to lose these particles of myself, I sketched them in notes
This is what inspires me, this is what fascinates me, this is what touches me to the core, this is me. Digitized ~6 months later, in the fall, within a few weeks
Fashion
Extravagance, eccentricity, catchiness, restraint and simplicity. Digitized after ~5 months, in the fall, for several weeks
P.S. I made noise in the picture for 4 days, after which I gave it a rating - sexy
Photo
Our memories, skeletons in the closet. Dreams that were and we will see again. Echoes of the past and the future, echoes, perhaps, from another life
It is true that since this has not been proven, then such judgments are very feigned, probably even dreamy
But it was, everyone, me and you, you can't disagree~
And I captured it, in as beautifully distant a form as possible. Spontaneous, but true.
The sketch was created in early-mid-July and digitized ~4 months later
You are what you eat
A person is born with a minimal set of knowledge about what life is and how to survive in this huge, unfriendly world. That's why it is at the top of the food chain
Yes, you need more time to adapt, to become a part of the place where you are. But you have the opportunity to become the best among others and even more, you are the very being who has a choice and can really influence something, in your hands is the power, your skills, knowledge and goals. Every person who took his eggs in his hands and went in the name of his idea in spite of everyone - proves that he is deservedly the best, deservedly stands above other organisms
Everything in this world is random, it is absolute chaos, which, abstracting, they try to subordinate to laws, the result is called regularities. Therefore, the uniqueness of any creative attack of a person is the result of the chaos that he has learned with his senses, eyes, ears, sense of smell, ...., personal perception, ...., well, you understand
I declare that everything presented in my collections is absolute, unbiased art I sincerely believe in it, I know it and I admire my own works. The work was created in the period from spring to summer, I thought about digitizing it or not for about 2 months, I formed this idea and digitized it in a few weeks somewhere in the middle of autumn, that is, ~4 months after creation
Meal
A look through a thousand events. This is a slightly more extended explanation of how experience is assimilated by a person
The picture is a creature, a creature in the form of a clot, a ball consisting of thick golden threads. And when you look at it, you unravel this tangle, penetrate into all corners of the soul, get saturated
You come to the gallery and have a meal. The sketch was created in July, digitized after ~4-5 months, within 3 weeks
What am I?
Crumple the stars like a blanket Why does light kindle fire? My brain is soaked in black currant Closed eyes How long would you hold a lit stick of dynamite in your hand? Where is our planet rushing to? Why do we need fighters? We are those distant beings who live among the stars I am sick of people, of the very concept of a person, of the very essence, of the very meaning, of the very fact Now I am 8 years old, I am in the dark I wonder if a person without a face will be more honest than the others? Will it be real? Gloom Go to any lengths to get to the truth Clouds are dry sea foam
A quiet dance in the blood
Sketch - August, digitized at the end of autumn for a week
????
????
Okay, I'm kidding, this is not the end, but the description of the picture is somewhere deep in my notes
