The Power of Experimentation

The Power of Experimentation

My work is a journey of exploration. Every time I face a blank canvas, I am confronted by a feeling of fear and uncertainty, similar to the unpredictability of life itself. I approach my art with a sense of experimentation, letting materials guide the process. It’s not about the final result but about the discovery made along the way. I rely on intuition, allowing my hands to be led by the natural properties of the materials. In moments of struggle, there is growth. Just like in life, challenges become opportunities for transformation. My paintings reflect this—each one is a record of resilience, a narrative that unfolds without a clear destination, shaped by each decision and hesitation. There is no perfect blueprint. It’s a continuous dialogue between control and spontaneity, where the process becomes more important than the outcome.

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Pierre Huyghe: Variants
 The Dust of Memory

The Dust of Memory

In truth, do we not find traces of ourselves in all things? We collect and are collected. We photograph, we document, Mostly… we try to remember. We like to believe that you are not unlike me. Some of us may even take delight in the belief that we, a celluloid world, are forever coated with a thin translucent film of stardust. That magic is our inheritance. Radiant knowledge--our legacy. What is film if not energy from light? The transference of a memory projected onto a blank space devoid of image. That out of darkness, light however slight, obscure, dispersed or fragmented has the possibility of connecting us to one another in the bigger picture.

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Chiharu Shiota

Chiharu Shiota

A response to Chiharu Shiota's Uncertain Journey

we gathered in the same place to worship night shapes
omitted by all color & time

said the dark was a different country entirely

& our eyes, they were the stones there