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KARMA /DESTINY/ Under the lowering clouds, as an enormous eye on each of us is the destiny. It /the eye/ follows us during our entire life. It looks angry and severely. In the muddy waters of life we often drown and wait for our destiny with praying hands. But she is dumb and indifferent; the best she does is to shed a tear. /It is important to know that the eye in the picture is laid in such a way, so it’s looking at us from each angle/ |
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SINFUL CONCEPTION The fruit of the original sin – the apple which Eve has used to seduce Adam, is the basic part of the subject. It symbolizes together the sin and the child born line of the fruit. Both parts of the cut apple represent the female vagina, and both embryos are in it. One of them is vital – it represents the evil human origin, and the rudimentary represents the good nature. Both origins live in each of us and one of them always prevails. But both are innate for each individual. |
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NAIVETY This is an artistic wink, in black and white, with color accent on specific detail. As in life. Dark and bright shades with transient color dreams. The girl, naive and confiding is stretching her arms at us, thinking that the world is good and beautiful. She wants to give such world to us. She is convinced that life is a lovely paper-weight. She expects the world to give her warmth and love. Is this the real world? Is she so naive? Look at her eyes; see the expression of her face. The answer is there. The conclusion is up to you. |
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VIRGIN / no comment / |
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NADEZHDA /HOPE/ In my language /Bulgarian/ this is a female name and a symbol of expectation, the good, the new. My Nadezhda comes to the surface from the dark nothing. Airily immaterial she comes out of the languish candle of life expecting something better. She is alive as long as the flame of life burns. Dressed in the white toga of the goodness, with praying hands, she awaits her Nirvana. But as we all say: “Give up all hopes”! |
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Viara /Faith/ In my language /Bulgarian/ this is a female name. It symbolizes the hope, the expectation and the faith in the good. In my picture my Viara, who represents a collective image, is crucified. Undressed, stained with blood, alone and crucified somewhere in the fog. Who betrayed my Viara? |
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In the fiery circle The pigeon is a symbol of the freedom. My pigeon is in the middle of a fiery circle. Surrounded by fire and unable to fly off. Each attempt is unsuccessful. The pigeon has already lost hope, submissive and devotional he has bent his legs and waits for his doom. |
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Aspiration The disastrous human passions. They are so strong! Four hands fighting one another want to reach the small defenceless human embryo. The embryo is a symbol of the still encumbered person, hanging somewhere in the space and timelessness. And the hands are trying to reach it. To grab it and to throw it in the fire from which they come. The unblemished is waiting to be destroyed by the fatal passions coming from the boiling lava of life. |
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Which way now? The snail crawls on the edge of a fiery crater. The snail carries on his back his shell – the world. Which way now? – The snail asks himself. There is a fire underneath. Boiling lava around him. Where now? He carries his little house and does not know where he is going. He leaves only thin shadow which the time is going to wipe out. |
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Cycle: CREATION This cycle, which I work for three years, enfolds 3 sub-cycles: “In the cave-world”, “Genesis” and “Fire”. They symbolize the three component of the world creation – stone, fire and water. The cycle “Creation” includes 12 pictures as the months in the year. A main object in the pictures is the human embryo. Placed in various environments, the embryo – symbol of the clean human origin, has a different function. But it’s always in my pictures as the human presents in each change in the world.
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Cycle: FIRE
Metaphor The world is grey and fearful as the muzzle of a beast. Its fiery eyes hide the human embryo and the predator. Two beginnings of one thing – predator and prey. Which is the leading? Which one dominates? In each one of us it’s different. |
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Cycle: FIRE
Illusion Away from the raging human fights. Somewhere above stays the embryo. Everything down smokes. As like the fire is far away and could not reach it. Up the stairs of the bright illusion blanket of the rainbow the embryo is calm and untroubled. But it does not suspect that soon it will fall in the fiery hell of life. |
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Cycle: GENESIS In it I try to represent the stages of the development of the human individual. Through the water, as a symbol of life, I follow the man from the conception to the death. The character is the same – a little boy, huddled up, as if lying in the womb. He /the character/ goes through the different stages of development, but the water is the medium, through which he exists.
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Cycle: GENESIS
Conception The individual undergoes a development, which turns him from an embryo to a fully developed human being, until he immerses into the water – life. He is in the stage of conception. There, in the water, his real life begins. It is variegated and particoloured around him, but without concrete outlines. It is only the water, with its waves, that awaits his immersion. |
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Cycle: GENESIS
In the green placenta of the clam The individual is in the water. Until his maturity, he lives protected by the clam in its life-giving slime – the placenta. The clam is a symbol of security – the home and family of the character. The placenta represents the society, the environment in which he grows.
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Cycle: GENESIS
At the bottom The character is mature. The clam is replaced by the beautiful, but dangerous colour of algae. The individual lives there. Cozy sheltered in the lap of an old woman. She is his generic memory and wisdom. The wisdom of life. And the little fishes, symbol of that wisdom, swim around them. But both main characters are at the bottom. In the literal and figurative sense. Life goes on around them.The old woman is a symbol of predestining fate.
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Cycle: GENESIS
Cast Ashore The end. The last stage. It comes a day, when the water casts him ashore. Through the tide in a sea-shell, he leaves the water and stays forever on the sandy sea shore.
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Cycle: IN THE CAVE WORLD On the verge of the abstract and the real – an attempt to depict the last 20 years of the Bulgarian history.
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Cycle: IN THE CAVE WORLD
The antechamber Year 1989. The wind of change didn’t miss Bulgaria. My country finds itself in the antechamber of a large obscure cave, where it will look for its light. Mysterious, vague but beautiful hope.
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Cycle: IN THE CAVE WORLD
In the bosom The 90-ies. Each day in search of oneself. The road is bleak studded with pinnacles, stalactites and stalagmites – slippery. At last – a beam of light. Could this be the site predestined by history?
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Cycle: IN THE CAVE WORLD
Year 2001. The Bulgarian king, who abdicated 50 years ago returns and becomes Prime Minister. Bulgaria is at the crossroads – Republican Monarchy or Monarchist Republic. Absurdity?
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Cycle: IN THE CAVE WORLD
In the depths Bulgaria again at the bottom of the cave. Economically and socially. But there is also light. A little bridge…would it cross it and where would it lead the country to?
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Cycle: IN THE CAVE WORLD
In the womb The bridge leads to the most sacred place – the cave’s womb. There a new beginning is conceived. Among the cliffs and pinnacles. In the darkness and moisture. Desired or not – it’s alive. The sacrament of life. Something new – something better is awaited. /Bulgaria joining the EU/. Would this embryo come to the world?
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Bulgarian lady Characteristic pagan Bulgarian rite, during which young girls dance bare feet on live coals. This custom is one of a kind. In my picture the “Nestinarka” /the way of calling those girls/, carries an icon of the Virgin Mary with the newborn Jesus. The symbolic representation of the national spirit, combined with the faith in good and the trust in tradition. Spirit and substance. Dance on a glowing ember.
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Spirit and Substance There is a custom the Bulgarian folklore, when men wearing scary masks on their faces and dressed in fur and bright national costumes, chase the evil spirits away from the homes. Those men are called - “kukeri”. Wearing big bells around their waist, they dance their pagan dance. Those are the main characters of this painting. To the right there is a group of people. Misfits, which seem to be possessed by the spirits that the “kukeri” chase away. The clergy is among them. Degradation and decadence of man, symbol of which is the quietly lying dog beside them. To the left opposite the “Holy Trinity” is the church. Deserted and empty. Between the church and the three men are the “kukeri”, who chase away the evil spirits through their dance. Spirit and substance. Where do they intersect?
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Many happy returns Reproduction of a characteristic Bulgarian tradition, according to which, a girl in a national costume welcomes the guests with bread and salt. The bread is a symbol of labour and a gift of nature. That’s why I have placed the girl in the middle of a wheat field.
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In the bosom of Vitosha Mountain
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Winter Inspired by Vivaldi and the irreversible circle of life I ventured to make my interpretation of this encoded order. An attempt to spiritualize the beautiful in the laws of nature. The dependence of man and the everlasting order and their inevitability.
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The beginning of the end Sequel of the previous subject-matter. Years later – this is the beginning, meager old lady at the end of her life course. With empty eyes, she carries the load of her life on her shoulder. Whereto? And in her feet – the chicken – the new beginning.
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Democracy So beautiful and so hollow /deprived of content/ this wonderful word could be. In the name of which people are manipulated, interests disguised and dreams are drawn up. In my case the characters and the idea are absolutely random Just a coincidence with my way of looking at things.
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The temptation Everyone carries it inside. Beauty and lust…what is it, that we expect from them?
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Fiesta A pastoral painting for the beautiful things in life. Rare and festive.
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