Fingerprints. Partitura 22 Painting

Manifesto Our world is like this, incomprehensible, at first glance alienated, aloof and yet personal and individual, like our fingerprints. At the moment, I want my art not to have personal experiences. In my work, of course, there is some color and rhythm, and even something personal, these are typos of my individual lines on fingers belonging only to me. Maybe it's tactile realism? I guess it's like meditation, when you are almost completely engaged in the process for the sake of the process. Probably I write some mysterious and unconscious lyrics or musical notes that will never sound. Is it a painting? I think that this is painting, because there are all the elements inherent in painting. Pure art, perhaps! No illusion, no allusion, that's for sure! In addition, it is a radical antagonist to consumerism and banality. Most likely, this is my radical protest and it is deeper than the external manifestation of style in art. In my opinion, bright and large paintings in the end turn out to be just the last point in completing the interior, but not as (I am not categorical and not against) an example of collecting a pure idea. The golden age of avant-garde and postmodernism has passed. Ultimately, all areas of contemporary art merged into a huge conglomerate of pop culture and kitsch. And yet, some works must strive for pure idea and truth, which is what I am trying to do!