Clouds are water drops hovering in the air. That’s the definition of thunder banks, lacy cirrus clouds, gray heavy overcast, and rainbow in the cloud gap.
Stars are shiny dots against the black background, god knows why we dream of flights, other worlds and transmigration of souls when we look at them.
To be brief, the world consists of elements. The world of our visions consists of them, too – of dots, dashes, zigzags, blots, and spirals. It’s the graphic proto-language, common both to a shaman of a primitive tribe and to a today’s designer.
In Variable Landscape I tried to build a space from the primal plotless, almost shapeless drawings, a space where the spectator will sink completely, like a traveler on the road sinks in the element of snowstorm or starry night. The luminous lines and blots fill everything around. In the darkness of the exhibition hall they build magical patterns that pulse, flicker, fade and flare up to the meditative sounds of ethnic instruments. They swim over each other in the hypnotizing beat, reminding about the circle of day and night, springs and autumns, lives interchanging…