illustration; markers; ink; paper;
*A brief bio:
Hello, my name is Mishi Ann Terzieva and I am a young artist - freelancer. I have a bachelor degree - Textile art and design; National Academy of arts, Sofia; 2017 and I graduated in 2013 from National College for applied arts Saint Luka, Sofia - again with Textile - art and design. And what to say more? - I'm learning art from 7 years old and this is the thing that gives me a reason to wake up, makes me happy and give me a pleasure. The process of drawing and creating is the most magical thing ever and I just love it.
*A statement about the work:
“Illusion; my soul”
When you live in loneliness, with vague eyes you look into the life. You are afraid, and you are lonely in the dungeon, which you build day by day. You are anxious, and you are staring out of the window with eyes looking for life, wanting something new and beautiful, as you visualize it every night.
When you live with your fears, with slow footsteps, you kill and the few remaining lives in you. Your hands are shaking. A yellowed sheet of paper. You want to escape, but how to escape? How to rescue yourself from your own poison that you pour into your throat.
Do not you have enough of this?
Do not you sacrifice enough of your life, of yourself, to grant it to whom? Of your fears?!
Do not you live enough in this way? Do not you want to break it? To create. Something magical, beautiful?
The sun is trying to break through the massive clouds over your head. Is there any way out of this darkness?
He touched you, and you wanted to run like a deer. Among the wild grasses. His eyes - they warm you, they grant you hope that maybe, maybe only this time you will succeed. You will be capable to fight with your demons; with yourself, with your fears and the things will happen; you will win. Perhaps. But you swivelled your head, though you just wanted to smile.
To look at him and smile. Yes, but you run again, like a frightened deer.
It's hard. You are really making it hard; by yourself. Hard is your way of life that you are leading up to now - in fear; in escaping the people; from your dreams; from your own destiny even. How did you succeed?
But now. Now I have this hope; in my hands I hold it, I hold it so tightly. It hurts, it hurts me that I will stay alone in the darkness that has become my real friend.
Permit me into your life. I want to get to know you.
Or no, it cannot be just an illusion in my heart. I'm confused. I'm confused.
How to wake up from this endless dream?
How do I heat my bloody bones?
-Mishi Ann Terzieva