The world presses down.
And not gently.
It’s not just one thing. It’s all of it:
The chaos outside, the silence inside.
World problems. Personal wounds. Confusion.
Bruises you thought had healed but haven’t.
You carry it.
It's your enemy.
It’s not always visible.
It’s that feeling you can’t name - its just there. The tightening in your chest. The weight in your gut. The sense that something is off.
So you hold it in.
Until something breaks. Or even better transforms.
Breaks - then transforms.
Art should be rooted in transformation. It’s a desire to take the intangible – the emotional bruises, the hidden anxieties, the weights – and transmute them into something tangible, beautiful, structured by meaning.
This is not about denying the darkness; it’s about finding light within it. Complexity. Another lie. Simplicity is the way you used to know well.
Art doesn’t run from that weight. It stares in it.
Artist should work with what bleeds. Emotions, contradictions, shadows. Endless dichotomy as engine of unexpected.
Sculpting bruises into mirrors. Each reflection distorted just enough to reveal the truth. Not “beauty” in the decorative sense.
But beauty as honesty, authentic expression, taking us all to cauldron. Cooking the elements. Transmuting with fire.
Creating gold again.
Meaning is not here to offer more lies or polished escapes. It doesn’t let you look into fake world again.
It says: Here. This is your wound. Now do something with it!
It recognizes that the personal and the political, the internal and external, are inseparable. You are not just a single self, you are a collision site for everything you’ve inherited, endured and ignored.
Just remember all of that.
Remember now, I command you!
It doesn’t care for your masks. Your shields from cowardliness. It wants to see who’s underneath. Where did the brave one go? Maybe lost again? In the forest of noise.
That version of you who’s sick of pretending, who’s ready to rebuild - on its own terms. Just remember again: you are the powerful one! Creator. And you have chosen to create one more mask. Mask of the victim. Your choice, based on human rights to freedom. And your responsibility.
Responsibility, yes! That disgusting, unacceptable and unbearable word for children.
Valuable art doesn’t offer escape. It offers confrontation. A mirror you can’t look away from. This is art against burden, your bruises, your enemy - art about meaning within the meaningless.
Most disturbing possible - art about you.
