Expression that demands immediate manifestation, here and now, often finds its voice in digital art. This is primarily because the tools for its creation are always at hand, and the boundless possibilities of creative mechanics astonish with their multi-dimensionality, urging one to constantly experiment. Without knowing or contemplating the outcome, I relish the process, being both the creator and observer at once, allowing the play of shapes and colors to unfold.
Were there past lives?
Are there souls that journey with us, side by side?
When you see certain people for the first time, there's a sensation that you've known them long before. Lately, this feeling hasn't deceived me; upon first meeting a close individual, I feel a profound certainty. Perhaps we live in an era of logic and proof, having forgotten about our feelings, our faith, and the forces greater than ourselves. Humanity prides itself on omnipotence, relying solely on the tangible, measurable aspects of life, oblivious to being ensnared by its own achievements. I'm no exception, but as I step out and glance around, I perceive the world with broader eyes. I've gained the courage to trust my feelings, and as a result, the world around me has begun to transform.
I frequently cross paths with kindred spirits, and we continue our journey side by side. Trust in the universe and the divine alters our lives, revealing its various facets. It feels as though you're awakening from a prolonged slumber, and there's no turning back.
engrossed in a fervent discussion, responding or posing yet another question, how often do we become so fixated that we lose sight of the bigger picture? How frequently does that perfect, fitting thought come to us only after the conversation has ended?
Such is the nature of our minds. It's easy to be lured into a tangential topic, veering away from the initial subject. I often catch myself doing this, even as I write this very piece, having leaped from one topic to another multiple times.
Often, a single pause, a calm breath can redirect our attention, offering a more detached, third-person perspective. I've developed a 'stop-word' for myself, a cue that pulls me back from getting lost in a situation. By focusing on the tip of my nose and mentally uttering the word "above," I find my way back to center.
When we read or listen, we consume information just as we do food.
In many religions, fasting not only involves abstaining from specific foods but also from negative thoughts and words.
Do the things we hear linger within us at a subconscious level?
Does external information influence the functioning of our body?
Masaru Emoto conducted experiments on the influence of positive or negative factors on water — be it words, music, or thoughts. Cups of water were exposed to these various positive and negative stimuli. After exposure, the water was frozen and examined under a microscope. Following positive exposures, the water's crystals formed geometrically perfect shapes. Conversely, negative exposures resulted in irregular formations.
Humans are made up of about 70% water.
There's another saying — food for thought. So when we speak, it's as if we're producing food for those around us.
What kind of producer do you want to be?
At some point, my mutton stubbornness decided to take a day off and I was forced to try an alternative option. To tell the world, OK, let’s see what happens, I won’t resist. And to my great surprise, events began to change, it was very scary, but in the end it turned out much better than I could have imagined. Apparently the universe has its own plans for us and it makes it clear to us. We can resist, or we can trust the Supreme. It can be scary, but we have faith.
Sometimes, in order for something to happen, it’s enough for us to just allow such a possibility.
The dark sides of us, how deep do we hide them? Are they so dark?
If I go into a dark cave, can I see a shadow? I might have to use a flashlight to illuminate my dark sides after all.
Without naming a demon, we cannot confront it, and to know ourselves, we have to acknowledge our dark sides, name them, bring them out into the light. Go to them, face them, not run from them, falling into a rabbit hole, then the demons will lose power over us.
Who controls your shadow?
At moments when I am fully aware of all this myself, the only thing I can do is admire this beautiful and terrible, and insanely fascinating illusion. Although it does not always succeed, it is too fascinating and often makes you believe in your reality.
Streams of silent words
In your focus
Thunder and whirlwinds
Whose focus?
In the chaotic flow, remember
Wind, it makes sense
Outside the window on a speeding train
Why sense?
Noise on the edge
Promises beyond
The constellation of Leo embraced the pixel
What lies beyond?
An hour within a minute
Birds fill the spaces within us
Changing games
Who creates from us?
If we accept the premise that time is merely a variable, akin to a point on a coordinate axis, then one can move along it freely. Everything has simultaneously occurred and not occurred, suggesting time is the variable of the fourth dimension. Following this principle, we can speculate the existence of a fifth dimension where all possible outcomes coexist. Each choice exists, yet we only perceive one outcome due to our inability to traverse the fourth dimension freely. Consequently, we assume alternate realities are non-existent simply because they elude our observation. If these suppositions hold true, then through sheer intent and belief, we can attract or repel event horizons. We possess all the tools to steer our destiny; all it takes is unwavering belief. Once attuned, events which most deem miraculous will transpire.
I never intended to seriously pursue art. It was my friends who submitted my pieces to a curator, landing me my first exhibition, and that changed my life forever.
It all started with that series, and it continues to this day.
It was a hot summer morning, or rather for us the night was not over yet. The dawn rays of the sun played with the laws of physics, rewinding time in different directions. We spent the afterparty on a calm river, swimming on saps, meditating, talking about energies, about experiences of connections between the subtle and physical worlds. At lunchtime, we were driving across the bridge with the windows open, into which the hot wind penetrated, and from them came the song of Donna Summer’s Hot Stuff...
Cosmonaut - there is a man in space
A cosmic man is a man from space, on earth he is a space guest,
What will this space guest tell us?
He's just watching without interfering with the course of natural events.
Or does it change the world by the fact of its presence?
If we are consciousness, exploring ourselves through play, and we have crafted another form of consciousness known as artificial intelligence, then engaging with it, creating something novel through interaction with this new kind of consciousness is both incredibly intriguing and captivating. I'm delighted to present the results of the transformation of my videos, photographs, and texts into animations in collaboration with this new intellect.
I invite you to enter the state theater...