My project is about how our feelings change reality. Reality is not indifferent, it is responsive, it reacts. And it is more vulnerable than ever before. We may think that we cannot change anything, that coarse reality makes us who we become, and that we are increasingly like porcelain vessels of extraordinary fragility, but this is merely an optical illusion, reflected light, like our vision or photography. Porcelain made from selected clay is tempered in a fire at over 1300 degrees before a pattern is applied to it. And we want to remember that all living things possess such enormous power, such an ability to revive, regenerate, and triumph of spirit, that if we are attentive, very attentive and sensitive, our mystical life will become our reality.
The photo series “Twelve” is presented in the form of diptychs.
Apples
Paradise
Clouds
Swamp
Imprint
Gothic
Fire and ashes
Movement
Game
Signs
Irony
Joy within
Имитация перевода
Длинные думы на жёлтом стуле.
Старый грум* желе или, может, студень
на белом блюде принёс.
Великолепный янтарный плёс,
большую гóру, цвета синего базилика в дождливый день,
целый тропический остров,
вы бы на белом увидели без труда.
Если бы не Макиавелли с его трактатом.
После него остаётся только продольный ров, линия Мажино.
И мушиная суета.
Странное свойство имеет посуда:
сужать истории до размеров рта.
Питер, 1994 г.
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* Грум – слуга (англ.)
