Green roomBy Ivan V. Nenashev
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Acrylic, Acrylic on canvas
Dimensions: 190cm (H) x 150cm (W) x 2cm (D) / 74.8" (H) x 59.1" (W) x 0.8" (D)
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The painting "Nietzsche's Green Room."
Interprets time, which through space changes a person. The mirror in the painting serves as a visualization and portal to time. In the looking glass is the past, when the participant only enjoyed and learned about the world, through art. In the green room, he is already a creator, a maker. He creates his world and is overwhelmed with feelings.
"What was it that so frightened me in my dream that I woke up? Was it not a child approaching me, carrying a mirror?
"O Zarathustra," the child said to me, "look at yourself in the mirror!"
When I looked in the mirror, I cried out, and my heart shuddered: for it was not myself that I saw in it, but the Devil's face and his sarcastic grin.
Truly, I understand too well the sign of the dreams and the warning of them: my teaching is in danger; the weed wants to be called wheat!
My enemies have become strong and have distorted the image of my teaching, so that my beloved ones should be ashamed of the gifts that I have given them.
My friends are lost to me; it is my hour to seek those I have lost!"
With these words Zarathustra arose from his bed, but not as a frightened, air-seeking man, but rather as a prophet and song-singer upon whom a spirit had descended. His eagle and his serpent looked at him with amazement: for, like the morning dawn, the coming happiness was upon his face.
What has happened to me, my beasts? - said Zarathustra. - Have I not been transformed? Has not bliss come to me like a stormy whirlwind?
Mad is my happiness, and, mad will it speak; it is still too young - be lenient to it!
I am wounded by my happiness; all who suffer must be my physicians!
To my friends may I descend again, and also to my enemies! Zarathustra may again speak, and give, and spread his love to those he loves.
Based in: Saint-Petersburg
I am from the Great Russian Empire. I write in acrylics and make sketches in lacquer marker. My characters are our deeds. Bad choices and good choices.
Sometimes you have to do something bad in order for something good to appear. For example, for an onion in a bed to grow …
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