Image transfer and egg tempera on board, 14×16 cm, 2013
Viewpoints, humiliations of a sort, from the roof of an imposing edifice, arrogant ministry wrapped up in its own décor. With meek and pleasing manners manipulating the inexplicable.
Moments, masquerading as World missing a leg, do not resist decipherment. Evasive and feeble memories heaving with the arrogance of life. How do you decipher the urgency of a momentous event? Kneel in front of altars for invocation of benevolent spirits, muses, idolatrous goblins and boredom. Sanctified impermanence is the irrefutable proof that time doesn’t, couldn’t, shall not, must not …intuition informs you, not the imposing figure of a scientist stroking his beard in a room where one-dialled clock has the means to awaken strange intimacy.
Willing prisoners to a world of lines, intersections and contours. The rolling head of martyrs. Searching for beginning worthy of existence.
Text by Kiril Bozhinov, 2013