NIN - The Becoming... the soundtrack to this artwork. It's a... one of the more discordant and disturbing pieces I made during that particular creative session. I did eventually arrive to more peaceful and harmonious "closure" artwork but I figured I'd rather share the diffucult and painful stuff. This is ehh... feelings. They develop, evolve. With every little shift there is a subtle undercurrent of panic which eventually subsides. I'm leaving behind old pieces of me, discarded pieces of shell I sometimes step on by accident. I have hard time putting my feelings in words. I don't even know why should I spell them out because really, what use the words are. The artwork is.. frustration. So much is always happening inside, all the sharp edges, the bright flashes of happiness. I keep wanting to tell you how much I care about you, except I can't find the right words and I worry that if I say nothing, you won't know.
I love your artwork. You say artwork is frustration. Does it have to be? I believe your artwork speaks for itself, for you, without having to spell out the substance. Sometimes the content is frustration, depending on the flavour of the day or period. Other times it is harmony, balance, it projects the greatest pleasure of creation or amazement. The possibilities are infinite.
I have been looking for images for my website (of Sophrology). With your agreement, I might like to share some of your images on my future webpages. Do you agree with that? Let me know. Best, Eva.
This is truth. This is anxiety. This is fear.
But this is also glorious exhilaration with an edge of unsettled bravery.
You may not have the words, but you have said more than enough in this piece.