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thanks for the positive feedback. So, to give you some more insight on my work, I have been trying to get back on my feet in terms of my artwork during this year, I had been taking a looong break before that, for several personal reasons, including doubting entirely whether it was worthwhile to continue being/ trying to be an artist. Currently my job doesn't allow me to do as much as I'd like...
This piece is entirely hand drawn/painted, there is no digital imaging though I did take some inspiration from images of different elements that I researched. My work is about communication, or more about the inability to communicate. I want it to transmit anxiety, as if the piece itself is trying to burst into communication, like it has a life of it's own. My images emerge from darkness as it is, for me, an intimate colour, of privacy and intimacy, and the red signifies passion and determination. I write in my pieces, words and phrases that make sense, but that are not readabel as they are all superimposed on each other so you can only read fragments. It is a visual representation of my thought, my thoughts to me appear in a visual field that is black and they come very fast and I can barely "listen" to one before another one appears. There are people living inside my canvases, personifications of the canvases and the meaning I want each one to convey. The appearance of water is a new element for me, but I love it's clearness amidst the darkness of the other elements, it's pure but also it breaks the silence so to speak - the canvas is screaming inside but can't get through....the moving water breaks the stillness.
So...please let me know what you think of my ideas, I love input, it helps be have even more new ideas!
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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