The truth..

..Is that sometimes I sit, looking at some of my paintings, and think “did I actually make those??”.

Time flies by too darn fast. I’m going to be  23 next week and all I can remember is my 19th birthday, when I understood for the first time that I’m getting old. It sucks.

Well, I sure do hope I’m immortal.

Dream Sequence

I have finally finished a piece! I’m very happy with it and I’m planning on starting a series with it, consisting of smaller paintings and another 1 or 3 paintings the same size (haven’t decided yet). I called this work (or rather, the series) “Dream Sequence”. It’s watercolor and about 60×40 cm.

Suffocation

It’s the continuing piece to the one in my previous post, talking about practically the same concept of isolation, suffocation, being unable to connect or relate to your surroundings.

Apathy

Here’s  the first work on my theme this year. I chose to talk about teenagers, about the questions of existence that come to bother many in that age – do I exist? Does anything? And if I do, does it matter?

This subject is a very close matter to me and I feel very strongly about it. Even though I don’t agree with my teenage thoughts, sometimes I still find myself questioning my existence. I think it comes from the modern, post-modern and post-post-modern approach that everything was done before, “I” was done before and everybody can be replaced by someone exactly the same if not even much much better.

I chose to deliver this subjects through paintings/drawings of teenagers that give an apathetic feeling, not creating eye-contact, completely absorbed in themselves, both making you question your being there and questioning their existence themselves.

Pen, marker, crayons and pastels.
106.5×92.5 cm

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