Remember, when you are a kid, that feeling of waking up earlier than usual, thrashing open your curtains, and beyond that thin, translucent barrier, is powder; white eternity as far as the eye can see. The sky melts into the earth in a continuous blanket of silence... Remember stepping outside into the blinding light, squinting as objects begin to manifest, all painted blank, the crunch of millions of unique crystalline formations shattering under-foot. Remember taking in that first ice-cold breath, and how clean, how pure it tastes, how unmolested, unscathed. Like the dirty world was erased, whiten out - a blank slate... a fresh platform to build upon, to invent with; mysterious, magical and wondrous. Everything is illuminated, brand new and limitless, covered in a tapestry of possibilities... the colorless, primordial soup of creation... the blank canvas.
Remember that day, how it seemed no one was about, and you were master of the vastness that surrounded... Genghis Khan in the frozen tundra, ruler of the everlasting steppe. Remember, how the air was so still, and it all seemed frozen in time, suspended. Ideas and aspirations floated in the air fusing with the sky, as the white steam of each exhale. Cold as it was, you were warm that winter morning; bundled up in sweaters and scarves, your core felt as if it was glowing, warm with creative anxiety and burning with premonitions of things to come. What creatures roamed in this untamed, arctic wilderness? What adventures lay ahead? What footprints shall be left behind?.. And where should they lead?
This series of paintings and drawings by Misha Tyutyunik, explores that uncertainty of the unknown, the mystery and anticipation of a blank slate, and the boundlessness of what can be created from or upon it. The series conveys the enchantment of a snowy winter day, where everything looks and feels clean and brand new, fresh and untouched. Every step you take is a mark upon the pallid tapestry, a brushstroke upon the canvas. We invite you to wander into the frosty wilderness of nostalgia, and remember what it was like when every snow flake floating down and blanketing the earth was magic... winter: when the heavens cover our world with a blank_it of ivory... a chance to start over, a new beginning where imagination could roam free – a blank slate – the barren canvas...
No comments:
Post a Comment