Death is a hunter for some. For others, it's just another humiliation in this life, preventing them from being something worthwhile, shortening lifes time even further. But death is the moment when love manifests itself most. Love in the most clichéd form of purity, but love in the general sense, because as I said, I don't understand much about love (and for me, it's not a very important thing... but that's a topic for another day, hehe), a love that involves friendships, brotherhood, the simple yet grandiose solo presence, and even romantic and familial love. In the moment of loss , you realize how much you loved the presence of that departed being. In the moment of loss, you realize how much you loved the presence of that departed being. How artistic they were with their way of speaking, bringing harmony to your family or just to you, moving, etc. And then, you begin to carry that being's life with you, immortalizing their existence. Life and death are th...
"Be art, be dead" - It's common to say that life is cruel, that life is this or that. But then, if you stop and think about it, even what's called "help," like religion (any religion) or some philosophies like Sartre's existentialism , which places the weight of total freedom on your shoulders, also screws you over a bit. They all have a good point, but they always leave you in a gigantic insignificance while only the rest is beautiful. My parasites, my paintings, help you think lightly about your own life and help you separate the grandeur of the universe from your innocent existence. Being dead to the life that forces you to be pathetic, being an art unto yourself. A masterpiece that is also part of the universe. A small, walking universe. This is the movement of my art: being dead to the world you don't belong to and don't control. Being the masterpiece and the artist who transforms the joy of living by being aware of, and not ashame...