Conceived in times of heightened repression, Scents of Arcadia may be viewed as my most rebellious series, its sensual, exuberant compositions defying not only the reactionary forces / conservative thought, but the very bleakness of life’s realities, as well as the ever-growing miasma of death. Portraying mythologized entities / heralds of the subconscious mind, these lucid, omnierotic visions of often symbiotic bond between vegetation and flesh strive to cloud suicidal ideation, and through the eyes that pop up in peculiar places, peek into the observer’s soul. An exploration of collages’ painterly potential, they exist between flights of fancy, and deeply rooted fears, dissolving the latter in the ethereal vastness of the skies.
Additional note: The titles of 12 ‘chapters’ form a sort of a prose poem.
“Immortality lays eggs in a twisted lullaby of our birdless nest. Heaven may bleed and hell may freeze, but she will be here, tormenting me, reinventing me. Softer than distance, I reopen portals, and silence escapes. Everything (b)ends.”
Immortality Lays Eggs
In a Twisted Lullaby
Of Our Birdless Nest
Heaven May Bleed...
... and Hell May Freeze
But She Will Be Here
Tormenting Me
Reinventing Me
Softer Than Distance
I Reopen Portals
And Silence Escapes
Everything (B)Ends
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