In my work I always try to find answers for existential questions like: is there beauty and joy in our lives?; why do we enjoy living if our strongest memories are of negative experiences?; what is the meaning of life itself?. I see human life as a sequence of emotional states (mostly negative) that we can barely comprehend and make sense of them, drifting from point A (birth) to a final destination - point B (death) - which awaits us just around the corner.
I tend to think that moments of happiness are so rare & elusive, unsustainable and deceiving - yet are so needed in our lives - that we seek the meaning of our lives from them. If they are carved out from one's experiences then nothing but blood, despair, misery and emptiness are left. I am trying to look deeper in these states, dissecting them, and represent them in my art.
The ultimate question I want to answer can be phrased in the following way: Is there an ethically justified place for us - conscious human beings - in the existential climate of our perceptions of life, the very meaning of life?
Emotions and experiences linked to reality, in their purest forms, are my subjects of interest, which I try to express through abstracted figures.
I produced this sculpture when thinking of the illusions of "reality" we live in our daily lives. It is easy to assume that we are surrounded with unquestionable objects and true facts only until we start doubting them.
Many people who have been raised in religious conditions carry over the belief in god through out their lives as it has been imprinted in their memory and mind at an early age. Some people later find their way without the inconsistent [with science and real world] truth of religious doctrines and beliefs they have adopted. This process of converting a strong belief (e.g. religion) into a positivist/humanist perspective is usually rather painful and associated with the realisation of time wasted in our short lives. Great mental strength is needed to overcome this agony.
My answer to this metaphysical problem is that it can be found in the strongest emotions we experience in our lives.
It seem that the only time we can be really sure about anything existing in this world, and be very certain about it in philosophical terms, is when we go through the torment of agony.
Size (with marble base): 41 H x 23 W x 26 cm
This sculpture has been inspired by an ongoing discussion, in both philosophy and some religious practices, on the subject of self. When do we become aware of 'self'? We certainly have little or no sense of self when we are asleep, do we obtain it back when we wake up?
It would certainly be a very different world, rather hard to imagine, if we did not inherit this illusion of self. The boundaries between ourselves and the world around would be nonexistent or very blurred; we would probably feel as an integral part of a bigger universe, bigger and more fluid than inconsistent image of the immediate universe we perceive in our minds. This is all speculation.
Although what is interesting is the reaction we have if we think of losing 'self'. It somehow feels, and the feeling is shared by many other people I discussed this hypothetical scenario, that all is left of us is the shell, container of our body, that acts and reacts but 'I' is no longer there - emptiness and sad reflections on the loss. This is what I tried to represent in my work.
Size: 36 H x 21 W x 35 cm