Between silence and pigment
A brief return: the studio spoke louder, and silence turned into creation.
After the noise, the studio’s silence remains.
“There are times when silence is the only way to work.” — HMad
It’s been a while since I last wrote here. My bad.
But sometimes the studio speaks louder — and the blog just has to wait for its turn.
The work for the exhibitions ended up multiplying: one in November, another in December.
Two fronts, two tempos, and the same pair of hands trying to keep up.
Between canvases, color, and cold coffee, time simply vanished.
But that’s a good sign — it means the materials took over, and silence turned into creation.
👉 Café conclusion: I wasn’t gone — I was just busy shaping the right kind of noise.
The creative drama: wood dust and stubborn faces
Between dust, tools, and stubbornness, matter always reminds the artist who’s in charge.
Between dust, tools, and stubbornness.
Sometimes the studio feels like a courtroom: I argue, the wood objects. I imagine fluidity, it insists on throwing back edges.
The result is here — among dust, tools, and a stern face that came out of the block almost out of stubbornness.
👉 The artsy moral of the tale: the artist never beats matter — he just negotiates temporary truces.