The Line existence is defined as the moment when the Line is still my part. Me, my existence is going out with the Line. I decided to come and live through the Line. Entered. People standing around the whole room created a circle.
The Line has gone.
I am here tainted by emotions I love.Tainted
by emotions
I hate. Alone.
First I was working with medium that naturally evokes ephemerality of the real action- photograph. Later I realized the illogicality of that matter. The fact the camera stop the Line randomly in one part of its life does not make sense. I created just bits and pieces of our common existence, visuality that loses the soul.
Camera stopped the Line instead of paper and saved it somehow for the future. The truth is that the Line was saved on paper or photo but actually it was not saved. It was dead anyway.
I give up trying to draw the perfect drawing. I do not need the proof in the form of drawing to show the Line, my existence.
