Stranger
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Elena Elisseeva
Canada
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strangers
Australia
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Thanks Ed :)
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...you can’t always rely on it.
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This is a major work. It is not only large but quite dramatic and of course, bright. The surface is deeply textured – I used plaster, sand, dirt, grass and bitumen within the acrylic, though the figures themselves are in oils. 180 cms across. It works, for me, anyway, like this. We are each of us trapped within our subjective experience of the world. Each of us will have a unique reaction to a circumstance, to an experience. It is the great beauty and also the great tragedy of being human… The separation of the figures is meant to represent our own separation. The sticks in the ground are there becuase I thought they would look cool but mostly as a metaphor for each individual’s reaction to the spectacle in front of them. As for that – the sunset or storm – it is dire and dangerous but beautiful. Like life, huh? Someone will ask me a question and I feel like beginning my sentence by explaining that they might not be able to hear me because of the pane of glass between us; the separation of experience and memory and the inadequacy of the tools that we have for communicating with each other. / I don’t get it, I never have. Most people only exist for me as a collection of unexplained actions that happened to occur within my field of vision. And yet I am DESPERATE to communicate. It seems like my every action is driven by the need to explain, the need to bridge the loneliness and by so doing stifle the despair. Is that in itself an offensive thing? What is it about me that I need to change? / It exists everywhere in equal proportions, like a great stinking miasma, a universal audience of apathy and miscommunication spreading out across the planet. There is a world – consciousness, or at least world hegemony, and that is that we are universally alone.Existing through books is not enough. I guess I’ve always known that. C.S. Lewis said that we read to know that we’re not alone. But it doesn’t really work like that; we read and find that we think or feel along similar lines to another person, yes, and so we are relieved. But this is a person that we will probably never meet, and certainly if we did we would be unlikely to be able to communicate with them at all, let alone on the level that they had communicated with us. It’s one way. I think that that’s why I am always giving my books to other people, – it touched me, can it touch you too? Are we alike? In this, if in nothing else? / I have this thing where I feel like my every action is unconditionally controlled. Not in the sense that I have absolute control, more that I MUST maintain it. It feels like my hands will fly up of their own accord, scattering everything in their flight, or that my legs will kick out by themselves in the middle of a conversation with someone. Or sometimes like I must rigidly control the muscles in my face so as not to let them slip into what it feels like they naturally desire to do. If I let my masque slip, there will be a twitching grimace that will assert itself in a spasm that will gain control of my face, and once this process starts, by the simple slackening of my tight control I will unleash something that I am unable to regain. Something horrible will get free of me and I will be forever a gibbering mass of uncontrollable sibilance and jerking palsy. My limbs feel as though they are over-full of blood, my body transfers a feature of each sense to me in Technicolor extremes. I feel that I must move quickly, else I will be trapped in my body by hysterical convulsions. People seem to me to be moving in slow motion and talking in riddles, though that in itself is nothing new. / No, not anything new at all. So. I have my cigarettes with the oil paint (it always seems to be something with cadmium in it that gets all over them, dunno why.) I have my dark, violent music, and lots of books to read. I have my health… / I’m thinking of bringing out my own aftershave, maybe eau de turp’s, or cologne de cadmium, For men, when having a pencil in you’re hand isn’t enough…
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. i swam through liquid rainbow in my dream / the other night… . oil pastel on pastel paper / 6”x 6” .
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Often those we believe we are closest too are no more than strangers in our lives. Acrylic On Canvas. Original Painting is 110cm x 110cm. / Painted 13.10.2007
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“Run to the lights of the city / These moments pass / And we’ll be there / (And she knows) / Run to the lights of the city / This dance will last us forever” / - Cut Copy - / Taken for a musical friend who is creating an album cover.
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“Don’t talk to strangers / ‘Cause they’re only there to do you harm / Don’t write in starlight / ‘Cause the words may come out real Don’t hide in doorways / You may find the key that opens up your soul / Don’t go to heaven / ‘Cause it’s really only hell” Ronnie James Dio Model – my brother Serg…
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January 12, 2008. Beijing. Take in one of the most prosperous areas in the city. The proceeds from this item will be donated to FareStart.
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Location : / Folkestone, Kent, England Map: / Google Maps Date and Time: / 10 September 2007, 4.59 a.m. Camera Details: / ISO 200 : f/4 : 30 seconds : 20mm : Nikon D40 : Nikon 18-55mm lens Shot narrative: / Taken a good hour or so before sun rise, the original colour version was awash with that street glow orange which led to the conversion of this image as a black and white. The glow of lights to the far right hand side are that of Folkestone Harbour.
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Illustration
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There is a really deep message in there somewhere… i am sure. Just not clear on what it is yet!
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We are all close, yet so far apart.
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Drawn in colour pencil.
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Whatever You Do, / Don’t Answer The Phone. / _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ P/S Retouched by M.Khaksar / Digital Photograph shot . / Tools: Digital Camera, Photoshop CS3. / ___ / این عکس رو با الهام گرفتن از فیلمهای ترسناکی که تو این سالها دیدم,کار کردم.به طور مشخص میتونم فیلم تنش بالا(آلکساندر آجا) رو نام ببرم یا اتاق خالی(نیمرودآنتال)...ضمنا سعی کردم با ادیت,این عکسو فرسوده و قدیمی کنم…انگار که از لابه لای پرونده های جنایی ده سال پیش داره آگاهی پیدا شده..
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Graphite pencil, charcoal and pastel on 120gsm Ingres paper / 7×5 inches (approx) / 2007
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water color on paper 30×40cm
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