Untitled (1984) - Zdzisław Beksiński
I don't know, something about connection in spite of great difficulty of doing so speaks to me. I think the reason why my eye latched onto it was that it resonates with my feeling that although it's fleeting and these feelings are so muted as to almost impossible to grasp sometimes, I still feel their absence. It feels, you know, like I'm trying to make that happen in spite of what is a hollow and meaningless reality. In the past, I always felt contempt in the universe, something along the lines of a "hateful God" behind all of existence, but that's mostly gone now. I think in Beksinski's work this vibe is something I've related to in the past. Now, though, that's gone, and what's left is broadly detachment and meaninglessness. As a feeling, I mean - I still try to create meaning manually. I get told sometimes that I idealize the concepts of connection and sensitivity, and I think it's true in a sense - the grass is always greener, and all that - but just logically speaking I think if it was less significant it wouldn't be a subject of so much thought and artwork.
And with this art, you know - I think the key thing that I relate to is looking away from the callous indifference of my own perception towards naive connection and finding some solace in that.















