The Power Of Weapons (Sold) Print

The Surrealism and Abstractionism of Dreams By Alexander Vorobyev My voice of originality speaks about dreams, struggle and conflict, politics and ideology, nature and the absurd. I experiment with dreamscapes and ideas and my watercolours display a calculated compositional approach, yet seem to flow with automatism - a complex mix of texture and forms displaying my unique symbology. The viewers journey around my works, always finding new meanings the deeper they look. I am inspired by Arthur Rimbaud's comment: 'the chaotic nature of thought is sacred'. It is through this pilgrimage with my stream of consciousness that I break through to the other side of perception, and new meanings are delivered through my works. I am fascinated by the concept of the cross: it is my childhood again - with crosses of window frames of old houses, masts of ships, it is a handle of a sword, mediaeval Europe, crusaders, a razor blade; it is a battle, a struggle of the vertical and horizontal lines, of the spiritual and the material worlds. There is something magical at the moment of a collision of the vertical with the horizontal, when you are neither awake nor in deep slumber. There is a distinct spark emerging during that interwoven contact in the middle of that crossover. And that is the moment when I receive the gift of an image, an idea, a whole composition, or just a few words for a clue. Crosses appear as a mosaic like backgrounds, clasped in hands, intertwined with forms or scattered across a composition. I am interested in texture and learn about it from living and dead nature, be it the bark of the trees or wings of butterflies or rotting flesh of fruit. I often use flower pollen and dub it into the paper; I use aloe vera plant or pomegranate juice or even my own blood if I happen to cut my finger in the process. This way I become an artist who mixes his blood with ink. Typography is everywhere: tumbling letters, people's names, words, sentences, newspaper clippings and whole written-out paragraphs inside and outside the main compositions. Dust is gold. I call on dust to become my ally, my co-author. I even leave my watercolours horizontally on the floor, so that the pores of my specially-created texture absorb as much dust as possible. Complex texture works as a trap for insects and dust, so I carry on mixing watercolours with insects and dust.