Artist statment

Art is that marginal thought out of the center of the focus dot. 

HOCUS POCUS! IT ACQUIRES FORM, SOUND OR VISION ALIGNED WITH CONTEMPORARY AESTHETIC CRITERIA. MY WORK IS EXPRESSION OF THAT ACCESSIBLE INSANITY, FORCED OR PROVOKED THROUGH IMAGINATION. I PAY ATTENTION TO MY OBSERVATIONS AND PLAY WITH INTERPRETATIONS. AESTHETICS, CIRCUMSTANCES OR SITUATIONS FOLLOW MY THOUGHT TO FIND A WAY BACK TO NATURAL BEAUTY OR BALANCE BETWEEN IDEA AND REAL LIFE.

On Beauty of Earth


The title came as a logical extension of my sense of muted beauty. It triggered my motivation to develop a concept attempting to spontaneity and sincerity, as utopian as it may sound. The ever so important spontaneity and sincerity, as I see it.

My desire as an artist is to emit a signal of warning for Man’s alienation from himself alone. Bow to the beauty of the earth - а kind of excuse for the misunderstanding and vandalism we exert in treating the nature, looking solely after our own aesthetic views. Yet, an abuse over ourselves. We ritually bow to things that are extinct or are about to disappear, or to those who are precious and objects of special attention to us.


In process of my work, I sought the reasons for the man - nature – man disconnection. The modern man’s behavior was the core motivation. In an attempt to be clever, staring at his own welfare, man became a zealous defender of his selfish freedom, just another pundit devoid of constructiveness. The more forward he runs, more and more far he goes from his own nature, as fast as he aims to fulfill his social status standards. Self-isolating, suppressing his authenticity, man converts to lonely outcast. He has no place in the nature, nor in the society.


I am trying to avoid the trap of lessons already learned. I preferred to let spontaneity guide the creative process. I let my hand to freewheeling movement, welcoming the unstrained curves that appeared as if reflecting my eyes idling.


Inside the story of my "unexpected" drawings, I notice an interest toward objects, that seemed brought in by my early childhood, while the knowledge of my own body and identity stays somewhat unclear. The collision with objects viewed on a comparative basis, creates flawed information about their actual content and meaning. The missing link with the original equalizes in importance the natural and the artificial. I find that fact an obvious but overlooked paradox that disturbs.


The profanation of human needs and emotions to the point of physical satisfaction brings a dulling of senses. Substitution for the value of natural material, synthetics act as underestimation of the emotional existence. I feel that artificiality has transformed in prolongation of the natural, fruit and cause of new misunderstandings. This model establishes in man's behavior on a daily basis, and that prevents him from finding a pivot beyond formal existence.

 

300 BUTTERFLIES

Three hundred butterflies were flying,

Cast a spell over a swine.


One made a color switch,

Her brain dissolved because of which.


Another one a wing bestowed,

to the Museum for her own growth.


A third one sadly lost an eye.

Who knows the reason why.


translation from Bulgarian: Asparuh Donchev

from the exhibition "Shifting layers. Young art at the museum" Sofia City Art Gallery 2018

 

©2017 by Kalina Terzieva

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