A few years ago, I've realized that in my art practice I always exploited the principle of “The Medium Is the Massage.” My works for more than 15 years apart from whatever is painted there, deliver the world an information about the high of 80cm and width of 200cm. I don't know why someone else should care about these proportions, but all this time "80x200" is trying to show itself to other people through me. Maybe that's the point, but not what is depicted on the canvas. In the project "Gradient" I've decided to use the good old modernist technique of automatic reproduction. I thought, that it wouldn't matter where the gradient starts and ends, the main thing is that it was beautiful and, of course, 80x200 cm.
I've been struggling with my consciousness for a long time, which is actually the biggest enemy of my paintings. I painted blindly, painted canvases like a fence, painted over already made good works with much worse, did not draw anything at all - everything to punish the part of the mind that's responsible for the correctness and "goodness" of work. But the big 'daddy' still wins.
It was then, when I was creating the 'Gradient' series, that the Esmarch Cup art group and I were preparing for an exhibition in Düsseldorf. Then, when I saw the finished 7 works, I noticed that it is, by and large, just a rainbow. Apparently, while I was
sleeping, a certain dialogue between the conscious and the subconscious took place in my head, which I could now imagine as follows:
- We go to Germany, the owner loves us, he'll draw us a rainbow.
- No, it's automatic, there's nothing here, it's just beautiful.
- Rainbow… They will like it, the owner has thought of everything.
When I found out a week before the opening that the gallery director was open gay, I was somehow uncomfortable with it. He might thinks it's a conjuncture. Fok, what to do... maybe quickly repaint it all?... oh well, let it be as it is.