“BLACK WOMEN” 2012-2013
He called me “Black Women”. However, it is his own perception.You can observe me from different standpoints and perspectives. You even can name me in a different manner. Some people might strongly disagree with “Black Women” nickname he called me with.
I am a woman and represent females. I reflect orderliness in all dimensions of chaotic coloring. First and foremost, I'm a reflection of generation and germination and being in a womb. You fix your gaze at me and probably behold a nudity. Not at all, you are undecided because of profound reflection and quest for core meaning. Or perhaps you can see an idol of rejection and esteem in me. Probably it is not a female image you got used to see. You even can call it deformed yet deformity is just the opposite side of beauty like black is the opposite side of white. It is a powerful and powerless image at the same time. It is incapable to help itself. Maybe that was the reason of absence of hands. Do we really stand in need for hands incapable to assist the master and the folk? However, the artwork possesses legs, hence, once the legs will set the artwork on its feet and give it a start in life. They might move it forward or backward.
Why black? Because black is a symbol of wisdom. Let's assume we can endow the color with plethora of meaning. Inside me, the black color confronts other colors of the spectrum. As if they asked me whether I should be attached to the chairs or ascend the throne. Sometimes all elements disappear. Deeply inside I convert to a home appliance and experience the same feelings every day, every minute. It is my routine day no matter for whose sake, be it for the sake of my family, my children, my beloved ones or even for the sake of my acquaintances and strangers. This is my life and the life of a mere person. We are different yet an image of a woman, a mother or a daughter might penetrate into your very own life.