Archive for November, 2012

Ecstasy of understanding

Posted in Uncategorized on November 26, 2012 by Linata

“There is no sudden breakthrough that remains forever-there are only sudden glimpses. But these glimpses encourage us to see more. And so, gradually, we develop the ability to integrate these experiences of unconditioned being into our lives.”

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Strip_ed

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on November 18, 2012 by Linata

It’s easier for me to get undressed in front of someone than to show my artwork to someone. Both create big problems in my life.

_self

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on November 18, 2012 by Linata

“I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself” 
– Simone de Beauvoir

‘don’t grow up – it’s a trap’

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 12, 2012 by Linata

“ I am among those who think that science has great beauty. A scientist in his laboratory is not only a technician: he is also a child placed before natural phenomena which impress him like a fairy tale. ” – Marie Curie

buy shit, not art

Posted in Uncategorized on November 10, 2012 by Linata

try to get pregnant, then carry a baby for 9 months, then give birth, then grab a camera and capture your baby’s face right after the birth…then print that photo on a billion canvas bags and sell them in gift shops all over the world…i want to burn every giftshop that sells coffee mugs with images by Miró on them…and i want to spit every person on the face who carries a canvas bag with a painting of Van Gogh on it.

art and beans….

Posted in Uncategorized on November 10, 2012 by Linata

i’m not an artist. i create. i crave to create. i have no choice. i’m not some wonder on display. my art has no value. i don’t need some asshole tell me how much it costs. i don’t need him to evaluate my work, my talent. i have no talent. what i create is a result of agony, of struggle, of a search…it’s not the final destination, it never will be. it’s the process that matters to me…whenever i come to some point of feeling like i’ve created sth real….it means i will want to destroy it at some point in the future. because art is not static. art is not an object. art is an expression. for me. art is life. i create because i’m alive. and when i’ll be dead my art will be dead as well. there’s no point to its existence beyond my own existence. and i’m definite that if Rothko knew how much fuss would be created about his art after his death, he would have burnt it all before dying. people contemplate about art because they are blocked in their own minds. art is love. without passion, without pain, art is lifeless and empty. you can as well buy a can of beans and look at it daily. even this act will mean more than defining someone’s artwork. an artist doesn’t need a tag. if he does, he is prostituting art. he’s in fact cheaper than a can of beans. 

Наблю_дает

Posted in Uncategorized on November 6, 2012 by Linata

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