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The Art and The Artist

How do you say what you mean? How do you know who you are? Art is my language. Of thought, feeling, reflection and doubt. Every art piece is made for (from) a person I know, a situation that happened, a feeling that passed. I sit around and listen to the world. Whatever comes out is this - an object, a creation. I’m no one without my art. My art is nothing without me.

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One thing I’ve been thinking about lately is timing. This uncontrollable, elusive, unpredictable aspect of life. How many things would’ve gone differently, if the timing was different? They’d still happen (we’re not altering that), but on a different timeline. What if you got that job later? What if your parents had divorced earlier? Had met her at your 25th, not 23rd birthday? I imagine the world as if everyone was dancing.

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Done thinking

I vividly remember a conversation I had with my friend a few years back. We were discussing life-long learning and gaining knowledge; he argued that it’s a duty to constantly keep learning new things - one cannot fully satisfy the never-ending thirst for bits of knowledge. “I don’t want to be smarter” - I countered. “I want to be kinder, warmer, a better listener, be more present”. He was mildly shocked; “but don’t you want to grow?

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I Don't Live Here Anymore

Man in the Internet, part 7 Change is imminent, unavoidable. Whoever embraces change, rather than avoids it, will live. No matter how many changes we live through, how much of our identity we reshape, there’s always that core - the part of us that remains the same. To cherish that core is to be yourself. Moving on is hard, but refreshing. When we help change happen, rather than passively wait for it to come, things often turn out even more empowering.

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I don't wanna win

Hey Lord, You know I’m tired Hey Lord, You know I’m tired Hey Lord, You know I’m tired of tears Hey Lord, just cut me loose Hey Lord, You know I’m fighting Hey Lord, You know I’m fighting I’m sure this world is done with me Hey Lord, You know it’s true Now the tide is rolling in I don’t wanna win Let it take me, let it take me

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We seem to carry a lot of weight these days. Stress, anxiety, pressure. Both internal and external. All that stuff accumulates. Little by little, piece by piece, fills us up, like a tank. But, at a certain point, we can’t contain it any longer. It boils over. Spills like an overcooked soup. A nasty soup of anger, confusion, and tiredness. It seems being part of civilization, among all of its benefits, also bears a huge burden.

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Focus is a skill. A virtue. Something we can learn, but also loose. It’s an elusive feeling. We might feel focused for months, years, but one day – we might realize we’ve been focusing on the wrong thing all that time. No focus – no results. Without any sort of direction, topic, theme, it’s almost impossible to achieve, to create anything. Our mind is wonderfully curious, yet it needs a sort of filter to tame that curiosity.

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Third Time’s A Charm

As the new year approaches, I’m excited to present you another photograph from my yearly “Man In the Internet” series, titled “Third Time’s A Charm”. “Man In the Internet” is my longest-running series, starting all the way back in 2017. These photographs served as my public profile photos all over the web. A long time ago I decided to not share my face online, and these artworks served perfectly as a substitute.

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Tough Nut to Chew

Sometimes, obstacles appear. They’re not necessarily problems - inconveniences, rather. Things we trip up over. The common approach is to cautiously avoid these obstacles. To look for excuses, signposts showing us a possible detour. In the end, obstacles make us. They are the way to go. Through confrontation we become fuller, brighter. Their unpleasantness shall not deter us.


A clear surface, nicely polished. So normal, so perfect. One to adore, one to impress. Till the cracks start showing up. Something creeps up from the surface. A nasty substance, so it seems. Destroying the smoothness, abolishing the perfectness. The truth has come out. It’s easy to hide, just stand where everyone is looking. The cracks are the truth. The cracks are the beauty.