I Want to speak for the small invisible acts of human spirit, so subtle, so small that they die when brought out under the kleegue lights.

I want to celebrate the small forms of art, this lyrical forms...

The poem, the watercolor, etude, sketch, post-card, arabesque, triolet, bagatelle and little 8mm songs.

In the times when everybody wants to succeed and sell, i want to celebrate those who embrace social and daily failure to pursue the invisible, the personal things that brings no money, and no bread and make no contemporary history...

art history or any other history...

I am for art which we do for each other as friends, for ourselves.The real history of art is the invisble history, history of friends getting together doing things they love. For us art is beginning...

I am standing in the middle of the information highway and laughing.

 

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