A Turn - © Formofadrop
The Vial And The Substances - © Formofadrop
Chelsea
Flox Or Liquid Oxygen - © Formofadrop
Symplegades (Welcome To Amsterdam II) - © Formofadrop
Promises - © Formofadrop
Anne Wolf
Following a Creed (self) - © Formofadrop
Resolve - © Formofadrop
Playing marbles - © Formofadrop
Dreaming Of A Circus At The Gaudi Arena - © Formofadrop
The topic "consciousness" became extremely fashionable. And in the majority of cases, it is rudely abused by psychologists and other representatives of an ordinary shamanism. We are forced to accept and live with the idea of an imaginary phenomenon, named self-reflection. And the absolute majority of us truly believe in recognition of something named "I". Impasse! That is where introspection leads to. I'm deeply convinced that we are - the reconstructions by other people, intellectual models of the nonexistent subjects. The series consists of 9 images. "Impasse", "Contradictive Thoughts", "Sexual Agent", "Default Mode Network", "Reptilian Complex", "Fear As A Source", "Interspecific Aggression", "Values", and "Cover".
I'm deeply convinced that Art, in general, is absolutely deprived of any variety of forms.
It is just a one single Form, created rather by nature as the last immutable state. Seen and stuck forever in the memory of mankind as the model of perception. Existing at the edge of fall, it reminds us-us. We are just reallocating it among the four simple plots. And we will tell and retell them till the end of the times. What really matters to me is the ability and willingness to fall and fail, to lose the balance, to trust the foolishness and to fall in love with the void. Then I might see the Genre - emotional perception of an event.