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My
work is an installation in shape of a tunnel representing a virtual
mind asking questions and sometimes answering them. The mind has
its own conscience territory and feeling receptor. It also has its
own memory and individual vision of surrounding world and people.
The work is called “There/Here” and it has one entrance
and one exit next to each other, so you can get in and out easily.
It is similar to fairy- tales where you can tour your own mind or
somebody else’s – a labyrinth of a kind where you have
to find an answer and get out but closer to reality because you
can get out without any answers and just go through it.
B.
Pasternak
Love is a bloody cloud, which dims at times our serene blood
Rub my hands, asks happiness
That’s my guilty we are lighted so foolish and clumsy
How long are living and soaking shame old and young
Like others she lives and believes that the main mission of her
youth is just deferred, at the proper time it will not pass her
.This faith explains all her demerits of temper /character / . this
explains her self-confidence, allays only by her complete ignorance
of her such loss
You
touch me by your speckles
The only one, your own territory of conscience
Her reflection have been shaking by fever in vodka
Friends are delayed-action mine
Modern art is unrealized needs in sex
Sex is a free element
Discussion is triviality /ignorance/
Shadow got tired, she wants to get asleep
My world grew up from nothing and became overgrown with trash. A
warm breath trough the holes in the shall comes evenings, and it
becomes cordial and comfortable.
A space around fair was swelled by surplus people, but his being
make them limpid.
The right hand was firmly squeezed a key of his belt, they locked
it. Compete /jealous/ with, but know - his mine. Finally they are
off.
Life manual on TV, respectable mister presenter. Ah! Decedent grandma
curled up, catching chuckles. Why he is such a gray, might open?
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