Butterfly Dreams, pen and ink on paper |
Sometimes the images disturb your established norms of Visual acceptance. Well, that’s exactly I want to achieve, shaken and stirred and served raw on a platter of undaunting flow of emotions. The Clown here is me and you, the commonman . Tired by its own conformity and dualism. It tries to break free through the mess, with the use of the golden sword. Trying to force ones way forward, with an endless jest for true liberty. The new man (Clown) emerges out of pain and blood, to claim his rightful place of honour.
Here an amount of movement is created with the images of the butterfly, the symbol of freedom and innocence. It’s truly honest and beautiful, but sometimes it’s nauseatingly repulsive. The butterfly plays with the clown and creates an environment of challenge and tranquility at the same time.
Although it’s all very ABSURD in the fist glance, the path is laid for DREAMS to step out, to shake the hollow regime of DISHONEST Tigers.
Just make way for the CLOWNS!
(*Upcoming Series of works…on its way)
Facing the Devil, pen and ink on paper |
Celebrating Absurdness, pen and ink on board |
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