Night Shadows 2013
No doubt, abstractionism, in the mind of many, is about an artistic painting only, which has no form and no relation to reality. To me this is a misconception, for abstractionism is a concept created by man since time began.
My primary focus in this work is the shadow of events. I don’t narrate a story of events, but I tell of shadows and souls. The soul of things is not the event in itself but the symbol the event represents, as an interpretation of an existential moment of a being. Thus it comes as the form of historic narration which resembles the moment of presence, or absence. Reality mixes with imagination, between the moment the shadow appears and disappears. In a hurried temporal recording of the presence of shadow, watching it and recording it, is in itself a moment which draws the line between existence and nonexistence.
Here shadow is energy, it is a metamorphosis. What matters here is the shadow of man, not man; the shadow of the thing, not the thing. It then becomes real and exists independently. It draws its energy from the memories of its origin, in simulation of a moving play where the shadow is the protagonist.
It materialises in the moment of silence and the existence of someone or something else. The things move inward towards destruction and reconstruction, combining the depressing silence and changing movement; they become ambiguous, where fullness and emptiness, and shadow and light are fighting an interminable fight. The shadow leaves a vacuum, a faint memory of presence the moment darkness arrives.
My primary focus in this work is the shadow of events. I don’t narrate a story of events, but I tell of shadows and souls. The soul of things is not the event in itself but the symbol the event represents, as an interpretation of an existential moment of a being. Thus it comes as the form of historic narration which resembles the moment of presence, or absence. Reality mixes with imagination, between the moment the shadow appears and disappears. In a hurried temporal recording of the presence of shadow, watching it and recording it, is in itself a moment which draws the line between existence and nonexistence.
Here shadow is energy, it is a metamorphosis. What matters here is the shadow of man, not man; the shadow of the thing, not the thing. It then becomes real and exists independently. It draws its energy from the memories of its origin, in simulation of a moving play where the shadow is the protagonist.
It materialises in the moment of silence and the existence of someone or something else. The things move inward towards destruction and reconstruction, combining the depressing silence and changing movement; they become ambiguous, where fullness and emptiness, and shadow and light are fighting an interminable fight. The shadow leaves a vacuum, a faint memory of presence the moment darkness arrives.
