Experimental nominee
Ilya Trofimenko
All turns to dust (Series)
DESCRIPTION
The future writes in pencil;
only the period is ink.
Ships take water,
charts singe at the edges;
the helm is silent.
The sky roars. Hills answer.
No lot names a time.
Since that night
each breath is incense
for your name.
Let the oars splinter,
let the map turn to moths—
we will not be lost.
Roads return to dust.
On this we lean:
the world keeps its promise—dust.
AUTHOR
Self-taught. Living in Dresden, Germany.
His artworks representing visual and emotional state of mind sustained by particular expressive language of representation, which stem from the notion of meta-modernist sensitivity and build on the abstracting and distorting the real world's motifs as well as antinomy between concrete and abstract to allow for thinking through associations.
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