universal balance of unambiguous, equivalent, relative elements 1 Painting

"We know quite well that we do not have the right to say everything, that we cannot speak of just anything in any circumstances whatever, and that not everyone has the right to speak of anything whatever." Every surrealist painter challenges these rules outlined by Michael Foucault. He is not afraid for his work to be caught up in madness and irrationality. Mixing reality in unexpected proportions, a surrealist artist fights for the most important right – the freedom to address the important issues regardless of the circumstances. The works of Sviatoslav Bazyuk reveal that context and connections between different phenomena have no boundaries. The interpretations are limitless. This freedom leads to full immersion in the subject. Spirals and funnels pave the way to the inner world of themes, stories, and images. Reflection becomes infinite - like Alice’s fall down the rabbit hole. The artist encourages the leap into disorder, which, in turn, opens up a world of new interpretations and metaphors. In this inner world the viewer should be prepared for unexpected encounters when a mysterious stranger may end up either an enemy or an accomplice. Neither Bosch’s phantasmagoria nor Dali’s hallucinations, these works whimsically but uniquely transform reality through the prism of imagination. Interpretations are not limited by the imagination of the artist – the audience also actively participates in the creation of the meanings. Meanwhile, the artist continues to create new discourses and portals that lead into new depths. the following is a verse about his autobiography written by Sviatoslav. Born at the gates of socialism Caring for the blind dream of communism, Forgetting school years in oblivion Student of Crimea with the will to freedom, Closed in the routine of socialist realism, He crept up to the light of surrealism From the age of sixteen he was wanted I was looking for a man going to the world - Where there are no borders Where the static in the fog dreams of something Where colors laugh and come to life Where the world is slipping into the chaos of Lines Where the parallels intersect.