oil on board
2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Seed head
"Dandelion"
About the painting
"The dandelion is a perennial, herbaceous plant with long, lance-shaped leaves. They're so deeply toothed, they gave the plant its name in Old French: Dent-de-lion means lion's tooth in Old French."
The idea came to me spontaneously as always, burst in the night and would not let me sleep until I got up and made a sketch. I woke up in the morning, took a sheet with a sketch and began to think what could come of it, and what this whole thing could mean. The more I thought, the stronger my desire to start painting growth, because I found this idea genious.
I am a dandelion with seed head, it's still summer time and fall is not coming soon, but I have blossomed and my head is full of seeds, and I wait until the wind picks up patachutes and scatter them around. They will have a long journey, and they will have to bravely fight to succeed in ground, root and become the beginning of a new life.
"Dandelion"oil on canvas
36x58,5 inches
2009
Even if winter comes, dandelions do not die, and as soon as they feel the summmer's coming again they will grow, even if put an asphalt surface sooner above sooner or later they will beat it.
"Unless you remove it completely, it will regenerate. If you break off more pieces than you unearth, the dandelion wins. "What's a dandelion digger for?" a dandelion asked.
"Itís a human invention to help us reproduce," another dandelion replied."
Sketch to the painting
2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Surrealism
Since my very childhood I've paid attantion to my nightdreams.
Dreams are regulary different, sometimes they repeat, sometimes we don't see them, sometimes it is not clear . In the dream world you can sing, run, fly, you could a boy or a girl, you can see yourself from outside, you can travel in time, etc.
But It's been impossible to me to manage my drems. While my sister was telling me that she programs hers before go to bed.
I remember I was wondering whether I could get in my sister's head through my dream and see that she was dreaming.
I remember that once we had the same dream.
And here you ask - where is surrealism?
I still remember.
By the way I like dreams when I fall in love. There is the same senses in the world of drems that we experience on earth.
Now get back to the topic. I believe that the dream is unconscious process where the brain unloaded from the accumulated information and digest it. That's one point, the other is that the dream is entry , window, door or tunnel for more information. Information about yourself and the world around you.
When I studied at university, I have dreams where I go regularly to tackle some math tasks and logarithms. When I was tired as a rule I didn't have a dream or the dream evaporates so I couldn't remember it.
I started to sketch some images that I saw that I was excited. It's important in this affair shut down your brain and concentrate on the image you saw. You need to trust yourself and your feelings.
I have very interesting sensation around the top of my head when I'm falling asleep at night. I can feel a breeze like there is invisible gate at the top which is open. Could it be the channel of filling by ideas
and energy? In the other words I can feel like a tree's growing from my head.
I am an artist, and most of his pictures I've painted I saw in a dream. This is not like I see them in color, have already painted and ready. I remember the images and create a picture of them, trying not to change the essence. And then begin to ponder about what I drew. And what that means.It is Surrealism, isn't it?
Dreams are regulary different, sometimes they repeat, sometimes we don't see them, sometimes it is not clear . In the dream world you can sing, run, fly, you could a boy or a girl, you can see yourself from outside, you can travel in time, etc.
But It's been impossible to me to manage my drems. While my sister was telling me that she programs hers before go to bed.
I remember I was wondering whether I could get in my sister's head through my dream and see that she was dreaming.
I remember that once we had the same dream.
And here you ask - where is surrealism?
I still remember.
By the way I like dreams when I fall in love. There is the same senses in the world of drems that we experience on earth.
Now get back to the topic. I believe that the dream is unconscious process where the brain unloaded from the accumulated information and digest it. That's one point, the other is that the dream is entry , window, door or tunnel for more information. Information about yourself and the world around you.
When I studied at university, I have dreams where I go regularly to tackle some math tasks and logarithms. When I was tired as a rule I didn't have a dream or the dream evaporates so I couldn't remember it.
I started to sketch some images that I saw that I was excited. It's important in this affair shut down your brain and concentrate on the image you saw. You need to trust yourself and your feelings.
I have very interesting sensation around the top of my head when I'm falling asleep at night. I can feel a breeze like there is invisible gate at the top which is open. Could it be the channel of filling by ideas
and energy? In the other words I can feel like a tree's growing from my head.
I am an artist, and most of his pictures I've painted I saw in a dream. This is not like I see them in color, have already painted and ready. I remember the images and create a picture of them, trying not to change the essence. And then begin to ponder about what I drew. And what that means.It is Surrealism, isn't it?
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