(you)(be) Like Me
Be Like Me, acrylic on canvas, 100 x 80 cm., 2019
You Like Me, acrylic on canvas, 100 x 80 cm., 2019
We hunker to share, but also be understood. We start small conversations because it’s safe. It doesn’t matter if we get criticism on these issues. We don’t want to share the things that are important for us, we are not ready to take “no” right there. If we do it, we will have to give some argumentation, because just with emotions we can’t get nowhere. I generalize, this is the way for the weak people. You are probably not like this!? However, I am afraid to speak with fervor about my art, about music, about those meaningful paths that I have taken. I need a lot courage to share it with those whose “like” is not guaranteed. Live is hard, but it’s so valuable. It’s kind of “safe” here on social networks, it’s very easy to say what you think. Actually we are more honest and open using the keyboard? I’m not talking about possessions and standard of living, I’m talking about yearning and desires. The eyes put filter on the words. We stop allowing ourselves to muse about things that we wanted to say a moment ago. I started talking about everyone … sorry, it’s valid just for me. There are times when my fears disappear because THE MEANING OF LIFE is stronger. Then I start counting likes again.
Detail, acrylic on canvas
Like object, 2020