Presently I have felt a slight pressure to expose my artistic avatar, so to speak...
And it all comes down to interpretation, which is inherently incompatible with art.
In the the words of S.Sontag; "in a culture where already classical dilemma is the hypertrophy of the intelect at the expense of energy and sensual capability, interpretation is the revenge of the intellect upon art."
Frederic Jameson reluctantly agrees: " We are condemned to interpret at the same time that we feel an increasing repugnance to do so."
It is not a surprise then, that more often than not, artists' statements sound as if attempting to justify one's decision to pursue a craft which sole purpose is to BYPASS the inherent confusion of language.
However, one cannot deny the suggestive power of words, in which lays their basic usefulness.
For confusion is power. And therefore we, human beings, like confusion. We like words - get to hide behind them and be used by them, but above all; words are that define who we are ...
Definition is impossible without words. Or is it?... This is where the directness of a visual image takes communication on a whole different level. The only other art form capable of even higher degree of non-verbal translation is music.
As for myself and the work I do - I hope it is a kind of music; a sound, perhaps. A silence. And a love story. For, to me, painting is as loving - you don't try to understand the feeling, you just know it from within. And just as in true love, genuine painting requires the ultimate sacrifice - giving up of the ego; nullifying the concept of self.
After all, as many will agree; it is this process that makes art especially worthwhile.
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