These works were made during a period of my life when I was losing and finding home, again and again.
I needed to process that time not only emotionally, but physically — with my hands, through material. I used what I found: on the street, at flea markets, in the debris of other people’s discarded homes. I worked with generosity, without saving anything for a tomorrow I could not yet imagine.
Each piece carries that excess — of gold, of paint, of material — as a form of survival.
“Golden boy” and "Silver boy”
Perfection cannot be digested. It cannot be integrated into life. The very notion of perfection stands in opposition to life itself. Yet perfection contains an energy that can only be released through destruction.
Fragments of gold and silver, covering what was once a man’s body, have now been stripped of identity and surrendered to the forces of life. So that they may finally become part of it—and find peace.
“Ikonen”
The Orthodox context of my childhood imposed many restrictions, much like swaddling an infant: the tighter the wrapping, the more vividly one feels the boundaries of one’s own body.
The people around me were always searching for a god or a leader to whom they could entrust their lives. In return, they accepted a role of active submission, which, over time, came to feel like their very identity.
I cannot deny that my own life, too, carries a long history of active submission—a golden image standing in the sacred corner.
Yet now that image represents something different: submission to my own Psyche, surviving and radiant.
“Harvesting”
The abundance we discover when we are convinced that everything inside us should already have died is astonishing.
I encounter mine by chance, in the cracks of skin that is tearing because it can no longer contain its old shape.
I honor it, warm it with sunlight, nourish it with rain. I show it to the guests who carefully step across the threshold of my new home, and I tell them:
“Look! I am still alive!”
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