Work in Progress

I am currently developing a new project that is still in full progress.
While the final form has yet to take shape, this stage is an important part of my artistic process —
a period of exploration, reflection, and experimentation.

Before the project reaches completion, this space functions as a place to share my ongoing thoughts, visual studies, and conceptual notes.
It can be seen as a live sketchbook for those interested in following the development of my ideas more closely.

For curators and professionals who are curious about the direction of my current research,
this section offers an open view into the evolution of the work —
from its earliest impulses to its eventual realization.

From Left to Right, or From All Directions?

Why do we read from left to right, from top to bottom?
Why is that built into our nature? Why not the other way around?
And if we do reverse it, is that not simply a reflection of left to right —
or is left to right itself a reflection?
Why not make everything equal?

We often assume that the direction is art to viewer,
but isn’t it perhaps the other way around — viewer to art?
A work of art only truly comes into existence through the awareness of the artist.
So it isn’t really from left to right, but simply from.
What is “from”?

In truth, it is a circle.
The viewer becomes the artist, causing the work to move from right to left —
but when others look at the viewer, it moves left to right again.
It comes from all directions.

In the marble piece, you can trace that when viewed from left to right,
you confine yourself within your own interpretation —
you lock yourself in.
Left to right does not exist.

Visiting museums too quickly, hoping for new inspiration, doesn’t work either.
Your insights remain the same because nothing new happens outside the museum.
Yet even that realization is, again, an insight.
The more often you see the same, the more you hit a wall of ideas.
The question is: what lies beyond that wall?
A blue head? A bruise? Boredom?
And what does that boredom bring you?
When you can’t move because you keep hitting the walls of your own thoughts — do you start digging?
Are you walking down a staircase?
And is that staircase negative?
What kind of negativity is that, and what does it offer you?

Every time you feel stuck, something new appears.
It’s a loop of confinement and escape.
So are you really going down a staircase, or is it imaginary —
and are you, in truth, still on the same floor?
Is the staircase hopeless, or do you see everything because you cannot walk away?
Does freedom exist, or have we always been free?
What is freedom?
Should we simply stop walking down the stairs?
And if we do — do the walls disappear?
And if the walls disappear, what do you see then?

Joy, fulfillment, pleasure, people, life —
a wonderful sense of release from those walls.
Or are all these things simply new walls?
Should we then take the stairs again?

It’s not left to right, or right to left, or top to bottom.
It’s an endless void.
How you move through that void is always different.
I find myself repeating — how do I get out?
Out of what?
What is an exit?
Is an exit not simply an entrance?
And what is an entrance, then?
Do we call that repetition?
Does every step take you somewhere — or nowhere?
And where is nowhere?

I don’t want to open my zipper — why?
What kind of wall is that now?
And what if I do — or don’t?
Is there an exit, or are they all entrances?

Another Film

Can you waste food for a good cause?
A good cause against bullying — but at the same time, you’re throwing food away.
Is that possible?
Doesn’t every door you open close another?
And why close one door for another?
What happens if you do nothing — what doors does that open?

Throwing cakes to stop bullying is considered good,
but hitting gay people is not, according to the artist.
What’s the difference?
Why consciously slam doors shut?
Doors open and close automatically, as we can see above.
Why do people still slam them?
Does this man even realize which door he’s closing?

I walked away — did I close his door out of frustration?
Was that a conscious act?
When I walk back, do I close another door by not moving forward?
Every door is closed, even without realizing it.
Can war be resolved in this way?
Can this constant slamming of doors be followed at all?
Is it an act of closure or of opening?

Earlier I wondered, what happens if we do nothing —
but is doing nothing even possible?
When you do nothing, aren’t you still closing or opening doors?

Concept

Every door that opens closes another.
The closed room receives a non-existent staircase until another door is opened — and so on, endlessly.

As a viewer, you could press a button to open something —
but are you truly opening, or closing, or descending?
The problem with a concept is that by defining it, I close yet another door.

Additionally, in the space of doors, you would be filmed from every angle.
When you later watch the footage, it would appear as if you never moved at all —
because you were being recorded from all sides.
I could make a documentary out of this.

Possible title: Going Out — Not In, but Not Stopping Either
or
“Again” — every door leads to something new,
but why the word again?
Is everything simply up?
And if it’s up — doesn’t that mean it’s gone?
Again — what does that mean?

I could also make the doors transparent — glass doors, perhaps tall ones.
That might create an impressive visual effect.

Think about the phrase “the loudest silence.”
For me, that’s proof that no door can truly exist —
or that every door is both A and B.