SAKURA Pigma Micron Fineliners (Royal Talens) on Schoeller paper.
Not for sale
ABOUT THE WORK
In this artwork, I would like to talk about the Beginning and the End in general and about the scales... Read More
In this artwork, I would like to talk about the Beginning and the End in general and about the scales of evolution."A" and "Ω" are both letters. Letters are symbols. Between the first and the last letter there is much more."A" is essentially a triangle, the very first and basic shape defined by 3 points. Here the base does not touch the ground but is located higher, as a separator of the top of the triangle from the rest. Inside it encloses all that we have and want to keep very close to us, all that we sincerely love. "Ω" could also be drawn with a circle on top of an horizontal line. Those two shapes do not attach each other. Looks like something has detached itself from the matter and now is flying free... up to the sky... The pocket watch marks the beginning of time, but wait a minute! “Time” and “space” both do not really exist, do they? Each new "Start" is like a blank page of a notepad. Waiting for its writer to fill up the blanks.Next to the pocket watch, the black fruit symbolizes the material food and the needle that pierces it, the pain. Man is born through pain and through pain he is evolving or dies.The barcode located down, symbolizes that all people born into this world are recorded, named, without being asked freewill. There are people stigmatized before they are even born because of their ancestral inheritances, color skin… you name it.The left side of the triangle, the "A", is full of spots and also eye-like shapes. Throughout our personal ascension, we have to face many odd obstacles and fight them to free our path.I added several closed doors, heavy padlocks, and somewhere along the way to the top of the "A", I drew an eggshell-like, dark, old well.The base of "Ω" looks as a complicated maze. “Black” and “White” colors symbolize all black and white moments of our life. Drops of tears everywhere... tears of joy but also of sadness….an amniotic sac with a fetus…. a labyrinth…too many thorns and also flowers.All individual images, like photos, spots in our lives, are joined by small black dots like neuronal synapses.... and after “Ω" what? Is there an end to the journey? Where is "Ithaca"? Does the soul have the ability to engrave and treasure memories?