Polina
Sukho
sculpture
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The age of technology. Our smartphone has become a part of the hand, with life and destruction in it. Sometimes what we are told doesn't matter, but it hurts very much, and sometimes the opposite is true. What is said to us on the phone can be just as crippling when we are told it to our face, eye to eye. Sometimes we shouldn't focus so much on what was written, sent, and read. You need to wait for the problems to be resolved through a real conversation. Phone-air, words-emptiness gone into the infinite space of online network. If you have something to say, say it in person. Don't let it kill you. We must remember that everything passes, but the phone remains.
out of happiness
over the past year, I have been studying the internal components of pure emotions by expressing everything on canvas, most often external factors have some not very significant sizes, but interesting formats, for example, as a round canvas on a subframe. in the moment of creation, I rely on the emotional state at a given time and at the moment I try not to limit myself in the use of materials. if I want to create some kind of effect or texture, I do not limit myself to flow. for me, this is the outlet of an emotionally overloaded children's cry. this little child lives in each of us, who knows perfectly well that the water is wet and the grass is green, but everyone perceives water and grass differently anyway. this work is seen by different people in a different ethereal silhouette. for someone it's the sea, for someone the forest. for me, this is fireworks and the joy of splashing out my own emotions.
triptych «Ways»
when you stand at a crossroads for a long time you stop seeing possible paths. but if you close your eyes and step aside, look at everything from the side - there is another view and other roads. this work was more self-help at a time of severe emotional overload. in my hands were strange size canvases and paste for modeling, so easy and quick dressed three views of three different roads. maybe it's the roads in my life, maybe it's the roads of my consciousness.
anti-ceramic
an important part of my growth as an artist is the constant exits from the comfort zone in self-expression with those materials with which I am already familiar and have repeatedly worked. in the spring of 2020, I discovered clay for modeling and sculpting not on a pottery circle. how many times I walked past beautiful showcases with wonderful vases and other sculptures that are not something to touch, you are afraid to breathe on them. and they all look so serious, so "adult." of the opposition to such decor items, the concept of anti-sculpture was born. the most important thing is to use these sculptures, touch, shift, get dirty, deform and maybe even at some point in life they will die, just like all of us. they will not remain and should not remain eternal. the most important thing in them is the very outward illegality that children give to everything that they create.
this was one of the most difficult states - to force yourself not to do something "serious" and then allow to die and be used by his work of art. so far there are only 5 small items in this series. but I am not going to dwell on the creation and replenishment of this collection
Travelling of emotions, feelings
