"Cosufferer". A mannequin created expressing a flayed man, wrapped in bubble wrap and marked with a label “Fragile. Handle with care”,185 H x 50 W x 40 cm, 2015
Now that the world is convulsing in accelerating disasters and catastrophes, escaping from reality has never been more appealing to people providing them with a substitution for problem solutions or plunging them into the world of illusions. Like spreading love on virtual objects, religious chimeras or showing pseudo-concern or pseudo-solidarity by applying the color filters to profile pictures on Social Media. We are used to live on the first signal system which doesn’t allow us to perceive another man not as an enemy but as a fellow-sufferer, fragile biological entity, aimlessly left alone to survive in the middle of indifferent Universe. Throughout our lives we are engaged into a meaningless performance that is supposed to convince ourselves and others that we are successful and happy. We keep evaluating ourselves against others and often suffer from such comparison. We become mannequins radiating pain all around us. Appreciation of common suffering pulls us together and welds into a seamless whole, teaches us to be more tolerant, patient, merciful, indulgent and capable of love – that is what we all lack.
“There's gotta be something better than this”, acrylic on PVC film, metal mesh and barbed wire, 91 x 155 cm, 2017
Destroying the walls of the cage and rushing to freedom, we simply get into a more spacious courtyard of a more capacious.
"My true existential Xmas tree", glass mosaic on fiberboard and plastic chain, 110 H x 126 W x 10 cm, 2015
The first step on the way to death is fear. Fear of death, fear of aging, fear of life. There are two ways to confront death: the path of reason and the path of illusions, religions and their belief in the immortal soul and welcoming afterlife. Disappointment is the best thing that can happen on the second path, illusions will disappear. Awakening instantly shows insignificance of the stereotype’s mythical world and atavisms of the past. When do each of us stop seeking the unknown higher power, merging with which, you could secure the eternity? When will we stop begging the heaven for detailed instructions on the right path, clinging to the edge of someone's great clothes, produce more new ceremonies and rituals? Pouring out love on the phantoms, when livings lack for it– isn’t too generous, huh?