a year agoЗа лаконичностью, четкостью и ясностью мысли стоит огромный жизненный, творческий и философский путь 🤍 очень круто! Ты большая молодец) и особенно радует свобода творческой мысли, идеи и ее реализации
a year agoI spent a long time thinking about how exactly to present this work — how to make it funny, playful, unconventional, cool. And then I realized: that would contradict the concept. It’s not what I need. Or maybe I simply can’t do it. Luckily, in such cases, there’s always the go-to excuse: “It contradicts my concept.” So, I decided to talk to you about obscene language — and what it means to me. For this composition, I chose two words: “pokhuy” and “blyad.” I like to call pokhuy a protective word, a magic word. As long as you’re saying it, you can surrender to circumstances with a sense of pride — because you just don’t care. Pokhuy! I don’t give a damn! It’s none of my business! But what happens when you do care? What happens when you look inward and realize it does matter to you? Then you’ll have to change something. You’ll have to act. Resigning yourself to the way things are will no longer be an option. It’s a dangerous word — but it offers us a temporary shelter, a safe space. The key is to remember: it’s only temporary. At times, I hear this word with a hint of shame — shame for seeming indifferent. But can we feel ashamed of indifference? Or is it not indifference at all? Can you be ashamed of something you claim not to care about? The second word: blyad! For me, this is a release word, a word that liberates pain. I say it when I hit my finger on the corner of a table. The sharp, ringing “T” at the end — it somehow dulls the sting, makes the annoyance more bearable. It’s a kind of verbal painkiller. I used traditional Russian censorship symbols — *** — because the language I used is considered obscene. Its use in public spaces or on television may be viewed as an administrative offense and subject to a fine. Which brings me to another aspect that interests me: the taboo around obscene language. It’s often said that these words are inappropriate. But why? Are we hiding these words? Or are we hiding what they express? Maybe it’s not the words that are inappropriate — but the emotions they make visible. Emotions in their most intense, amplified form. Emotions that expose something. ⸻ Materials: glass, oil pastel Dimensions: 3 × 3 meters
