"Before all else was the word... " - I have an alternate assessment on that. At the outset was endlessly believed was with workmanship, and believed was craftsmanship.

The word is simply one more defective vehicle for thought. It depends on us to choose which medium to use to decipher, appear and convey the idea. As a painter - my decision is self-evident and more often than not I don't utilize such a large number of words. However, it's a media world and because of a couple of solicitations I'll utilize a progression of words to reveal a few insight into the Great Unmasking series and its turn of events, which looks fascinating in the event that I line up the veils in sequential request.

Before all else was the idea implanted in the primary work of art in this series - an auto picture I did in 2015 and the main composition in this series that nobody has guaranteed was not me. What I see is a man resting his weighty head on his hand in contemplation Umzüge Berlin. Here the body is the cover of thought. A self picture, similar to the actual body, is a gold mine of security and I would feel undeniably more exposed if I somehow managed to put the sum total of my viewpoints out there for anyone to see than if I somehow happened to get myself bare before a group. That is how this autoportrait affects me at the present time. However, i won't lie: this association was made sometime later - three years after it was painted. There was no splendid thought that I attempted to put on material. The watcher self gets some comprehension of a show-stopper that the painter self has made. The painter-I and the watcher I are two totally different models of being.

The series didn't feel total, there was no start until I thought about the auto - picture as a component of the series and its underlying seed. Perplexingly, the most recent expansion is this painting, which goes before all others in this line.

To impart somewhat confidential to you - this was my very first time painting with a range blade. It felt better - so decent, quick, perfect, fresh and looked shockingly great to me.

Little I knew - it simply wasn't sufficient. Portraying an actual shell, a person that everybody can recognize the truth about, was excessively basic. As so frequently - the conditions made a difference. To be straightforward I just had a battle with my significant other and I was simply enraged! Why? It was most likely something strangely paltry and I could never have recalled that it in a day, yet...

Damn it, I painted outrage! It truly wanted to get a stupendous feeling with my uncovered hands like it was a weighty rock, lifting it up and pushing it way over my head, the tension in each vertebra of my spine, my knees and feet, my shoulders , elbows, palms to toss it at the material with all the power I can imagine! Quick, wild, instinctive, straightforward yet strong variety smears brought forth the Friday Guy (it was a Friday - the name was self-evident). It probably been a demonstration of self-incurred craftsmanship treatment. I painted from the back to front and when I completed it was great and I was great.

Aha! It hit me like lightning here. It was a veil that I took off and acknowledged the amount I had acquired from it. The idea for a progression of canvases unexpectedly appeared to be essentially as clear as Adriatic waters between Dalmatian islands. The essential objective was to catch an alternate piece of yourself for every day of the week. I needed to see what I would think of. I actually do.

I truly partake in the way that I can do this, on the grounds that simply a brief time frame back I would go to work each Monday morning in a shirt, tie and suit , make the organization objectives my own and guarantee that groups did likewise. A sort of limited focus, organizing life into its stream, which is great in numerous ways, yet that was an alternate job to carry out, an alternate veil to wear. I didn't see the reason to have hope, rather holding a lit match at a careful distance to torment for quite a long time. It's been precisely the way in which long I haven't seen that there are however many different choices as you can envision. That was the Monday Guy veil I was wearing.

I give this cover of routine to a huge number of individuals to wear sincerely all over the planet. They cause the world tick and I to have each confidence and petition that they will keep on doing as such. Among them are a large number of my old buddies and colleagues, with whom it is dependably a delight to contemplate such thoughts over numerous pints of good specialty brews. Some adoration their jobs, some compose their own contents and the Monday Guy cover may never again apply, some disdain - no big deal either way... Practice work-life balance - is the way of thinking of a few diligent lovely people I know.

One thing that many of you (and I) will find in like manner after significant conversations and an excessive number of beverages is the Sunday Guy - a veil that I'm certain everybody knows about when they wear it. A Sunday must be this blue . Nonetheless, this is for the variety: blue, high contrast. I worked on the shape and painted with at least strong strokes to radiate an old agelessness and secret like a monster Moai sculpture on Easter Island - one more affiliation that surfaced in the review. In any case, I'm not made of stone and the inclination that this, great and awful, will remain here at some point or another blurs like mists overhead.

The sky without a doubt captivates me. Mists are superb and an unmistakable sky is astonishing whenever of the year. I love gazing upward and seeing what's happening in my general surroundings. Lovely, lighthearted, light blue - "the world is yours", they tell me. Thus it is - I won't debate. That sounds pretty heartfelt. What's more, magnificence is. Very much like the sky generally and all over.

 However when you are in it - a huge number of feet over the ground in a plane (I envy pilots) you generally end up encompassed by this excellence - so serene and quiet over the mists. In some cases - between layers of mists where the sky is - so clear and heavenly ahead, those mists that seem like whipped cream beneath or more - entrancing... fantastic... divine...

There was a feeling of balance Umzüge Berlin in everything as I sat on a plane headed for Amsterdam. Just between such mists maybe there were two skylines. It was a Tuesday. Yet, it was only after we returned to Kyiv that I mulled over everything. Perhaps I'm simply delayed to perceive a few things, however there's nothing that can be done about it. Understanding pictures and sentiments takes time - some of the time years. However, ideally it will be productive. It went a little speedier this time as this picture has been jumping into my brain for a long time (just on Tuesdays for reasons unknown). It was this thought of offset that stayed with me.

I continued to envision these two even, straight, obvious layers isolated by two or three hundred yards of blue horizon — as though they were painted. Next Tuesday this transformed into the possibility of another gander at balance - another Yin and Yang of an individual kind. The Tuesday type was conceived. So strong but then straightforward. So dull but letting all the splendor through. So new yet appears as though it's maturing thanks to the craquelure . Its very own person.

The person that generally exists and doesn't shut his eyes, the person who loves what he does. The person couldn't care less in the event that its pantomime is me or another person. The person who has a ravenous ache to make. The person who fails to remember everything except his... I failed to remember what...

Indeed, Tuesday is finished and it is Saturday night I'm on the overhang on my floor opposite my condo. I see those streetlamps and vehicles from my fifth floor. Across the carport is a nine-story constructing that is an undesirable institutional residence. Beneath me are a couple of vehicles under the streetlamps. As the lights in the residence continue onward out, I feel like I'm the only one alert and working. I wouldn't fret. I paint until quite a bit later. It's a delight.

This is currently - the second I generally appreciate. This inexorably passing present - is life. The present captivates me increasingly more over my life and my work. So I paint. I paint through great and detestable, through shrewdness and ineptitude, through all tones . In the current I attempt to get a handle on the past and what's to come. However, it appears to be that right now itself there is no space for anything. It's a modest, subtle second — consistently at an intersection.