2/3 at THIS SIDE
An Angela Minkova show at the Debut Gallery – paintings, plastics
Auctor – from Latin “Author” – “increasing”
„The artist increases the territory of the world.”
Ortega y Gasset
„The artist is saved because he is an artist.”
Granny Inna Likomanova
A stranger to my own self, my pockets full of chalk and hands excellently smeared, I marched through the wonderful years at the Art College. Years of healthy ambition and diffidence, of mastered certainty and unmastered style.
Years of “important” questions and vague ideas and forms, “creative crises” and “the vanities belonging to them” – and drawing, drawing, drawing…
A life of drawing merging with life itself.
That, however, was not the most appropriate way to live as I would occasionally spill the Chinese ink over an important conversation or wrongfully erase some passionate kisses given where they belong. Or paint something I hadn’t experienced – such as a still life of a nondescript vase with a plaster eye next to it.
Concerned with the ego and the cares for its whimsical nature, I knew almost nothing about the artist’s freedom or the artist’s tragicomic relationships with his Muse.
About enchantments and disappointments and their strong cohesion I learnt a bit subsequently; but all the rest I learnt here, at the Art College.
I now know that without art’s sublime lie the world would be commonly three dimensional.
By offering part of that knowledge enlarged by the dioptre of the years, I suggest that all feeling persons feel for the author.
You have to love the beyond, to desire the beyond itself – as Stalker did – so as to obtain oneness, says Tarkovski, the rest is despair.