mechanical fields
The wall. Digital painting. 2021-2022. Print on aluminum
White horses I. Digital painting. 2020-21. Print on aluminum.
City in a box IV. Digital Painting. 2019. Print on aluminum.
Prone to failure. Digital painting. 2022-2023. Print on aluminum
Spatial circuit. 2023. Digital painting. Print on aluminum.
The Wall
The absurd splendor of the eternal is the sister of finality. Lying is capable of modifying established structures and putting us in a traumatic state. The wall is an absurd beginning and end at the same time, a manifested inhalation of the infinite while we keep lying to ourselves.
diary
The Wall wasn't just there, it was everywhere. My gaze wandered around endlessly and found no end. what did you break me up from Was there even a "rear". The deeper I looked, the less I could grasp it and the more complex its structure became. It seemed to me that the wall was looking for a counterpart.
She appeared to me as a surreal, huge and lonely being and my soul could see neither the beginning nor the end. Machine noise and crystalline truths. Endless questions coupled with the knowledge that you were as real as a liquid dream. Reflections and what I saw wasn't me. It was the endless projection of everything I longed for. …
It began to rain. Digital Moisture. I went in.. Disembodied and solid at the same time... I am the wall. I am the shine i am the space.
There was nothing else…
(Exhibited at Sir John Soane's Museum. Winner of the "Architecture Drawing Prize 2022“.)
White Horses I
CITY IN A BOX IV
PRONE TO FAILURE
There is no ultimate truth in us that we know. We run and die in an unknown universe.
Our lives are full of unimportant things. We are black shadows running from white horses.
The city is a paradoxical battlefield and we don't know how to hide in it. But still I can't go. 10,000 white horses can't drag me away. The city is my challenge and my downfall, my hope and my despair. I'm too weak to search for other worlds.
I resign myself to my fate and ask a thousand gods for forgiveness. In the dust of dreams I will then be the white horse and go many miles before I can sleep.
A Reminiscence of "Schrödinger's Cat“
There may be cities you've only heard of. Imagine an unknown city full of stories in a huge closed box. Until the box is opened, the city is in an “intermediate state”—it's 50% real and 50% nonexistent. It is basically the superposition of these two states. Only if the box were opened would we be able to find out the truth, but we also run the risk of being disappointed by reality. Inside maybe 1000 doors and promises are waiting for us and one of those doors leads directly into our real home: insignificance.
Exhibited at Sir John Soane's Museum. Winner of the "Architecture Drawing Prize 2019“.
In truth, vulnerability is not only the nature of all being, but an intrinsic and indivisible agent of its foundations.