My manifesto is a process of finding my voice. I use the imagery of a fish and proverbs related to it, thereby drawing my text closer to fantasy and entering into a dialogue with the vernacular. Bold colors and costume illustrate my desire to reach the audience.
By anonymizing myself behind a mask and covering my head with it, I turn inward to my own artistic essence.
The fish swims along the bottom; you won’t catch a single one.
I swim across the boundless ocean, touching the sticky algae on the seafloor, and reflect on human nature. It is quiet and dark at the bottom. The space inside constricts, and I realize this is not an ocean at all, but a small aquarium artificially enriched with coral and sand. Someone casts a line from above.
Why aren’t you catching fish? — Either your line is bad, or they aren’t here.
It is still dark. I sink into memories of when I was still human. I see a tree. It’s like a fish… its trunk grows out in a thin line, divides into two fins and a head, and with a gust of wind, this fish jumps across the waves, wetting its sun-drenched golden scales with salty, bubbly water.
The other inhabitants of my aquarium begin to look at me.
The crab condemns the fish…
People are ashamed of everything. My art exposes the feelings of shame and fear within the everyday space. I bring shameful objects—the things one might hide «for safekeeping”—outside the home and display them publicly—this is an act of exposure born from private life. From this, a new life emerges, complete with new realities and new rules.
If a little fish could sing a song, what a voice it would have.
Voice is a gift. An idea cannot be presented weakly; art is born from emotion. The more I hyperbolize my work, pushing it toward the absurd, the more strongly it lodges in the viewer’s consciousness. This is a visceral impact—a grip that embeds itself in memory.
All fish are good when they bite on the line.
I am interested in life in its individual expression—what people try to hide. And I try to catch that line, but from the other side, to pull up from the depths all the stories locked away.
