Meetings seem to me as rituals- those grotesque faces shaped in
demonic masks. All similar. And iI felt like a alien simply because looking on them. I usually
feel this way- that there is a code I'm missing or something underneath it,
second secret meaning.
I imagined creating paintings of witches-that's what most women are, or
seem or feel to be-dancing, holding, rocking. That's the source of the first
Then I remembered about this universal truth-all of the neighbors watch
each other in secret, spy, gossip. Nothing can pass their notice. In smaller
villages all over the world it can lead to some ugly business-like self-made
trials. Because we -oh so- love to
judge. And to punish the sinners, outsiders or those who piss us off. I shot
some photos of neighborhood of my grandfather. I decided to recreate that kind
of watching tension, combined with instant judging.
Another painting, the third, came out as I was processing the idea of dance
and the potential that it's having. What kind of powers can be awaken? Most of
primal religion puts a lot of power in ritual dancing-for example shamans,
voodoo priests and Indians.
Then I decided to focus of the Otherness. Solitude, hiding yourself in the
mask, never to reveal your true substance, no matter what. How we can pass each
other and never knew our family, friends, ourselves. That’s
how the 4rd painting were created-creatures sitting together, waiting for a
bus, on a small station. We can't see their faces, we only can watch-like
stalkers- some off their secrets slipping away from mystery into the daylight.
One lady is a dragon, the other seems to be underwater creature. The last man
is a spook, scary monster, disgusting. They all have us fooled by everyday
costumes they’re dressing. But which one is a mask and
which is a facade? What should we believe into? Maybe we're missing some more
layers of their substances? because every living thing is complicated piece of
different roles melted into hybrid.
All of them were 130 cm per 80 cm.