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Ultraviolet adrenochrome and my artistic worlds

    "We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude."

    Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception

Emotions, sensations and fantasies - things that are almost impossible to share. Well, with some exceptions, I should say, exception related to certain forms of art. Hereby, I would like to share and put into words, as far as this is possible, my newest ultraviolet adrenochrome attempt of closeness.

Not long ago, I stumbled upon a world, whose existence I had never been aware of. A world, I suppose, very much alike the one inhabited by Caravaggio, Georges de La Tour, some mystics, mediums or visionaries.

When a person is in love, the image of their beloved starts to shine brightly in what used to be the general greyness of one`s surroundings. The same thing has happened again and again in these several months, with each of my works, when the special UV lamps threw light on the previously unassuming canvasses, transforming them entirely.

And so my new "beloved" - my latest picture - starts to radiate its own light, and so begins the dance of light, spinning along with the flamboyant red and orange surfaces, which melt together and bubble luminously. My universe is caught in this frantic dance and begins to whirl around with the fast moving atoms of the ultraviolet pigments. Our love is mutual and it conceives shared light. It is as if I witness a fragment of the miracle, witnessed by Adam in the night of his creation. It`s the miracle of light being born within the darkness, atom by atom, stroke by stroke.

The pictures` storylines - each bearing its own light and liveliness - behave like celebrities. They glare. Their constant stream of pure light, pouring out of the deep-violet darkness, is sufficed with profound and mysterious meaning. It is believed that the unique light particles, born under the brushstrokes, could grow dim in about one hundred years, when they get fatigued. They guide my brush and remind me of the Divine source of the whole existence, the eternal flow from darkness to light and backwards.









Access to infinityДвамаThe impossible love between the prana snail shell and the exhaling green bubbleI Have Taken It upРусалките са винаги правиAh, hearts, hearts
The salvation of heartsThe salvation of heartsHere nothing more interesting will happenGods graceThe tree of lifeShort visit
Hot orderOn MarsHands of HennyWith closed eyesExitFeather and sword
ButterflyThe requestFatigueAngelic sumGenetic predisposition to illusionsЖената ще ми каже
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