A Turn - © Formofadrop
Symplegades (Welcome To Amsterdam II) - © Formofadrop
Playing marbles - © Formofadrop
Interval II - © Formofadrop
Tittle-Tattle Buzz - © Formofadrop
Dreaming Of A Circus At The Gaudi Arena - © Formofadrop
Flox Or Liquid Oxygen - © Formofadrop
The Immortal (Princess De Lucinge) - © Formofadrop
Resolve ND - © Formofadrop
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.