| My art is a clew of bourgeois idleness, which contains sticky judgments and “wise” discussions on art and worn out cliché testaments on life. My art is a manifest of many screaming confessions. It spreads and grows unnoticed and monotonously out of your vanity and boredom, of your survival problems, of hysteric outbursts of your own women, and of your parents' possessive and flagrant posture. My art is the wrapping of the remnants of a chocolate-bar and crushed cigarette boxes. My art is hygiene of the morning coffee and sexual organs. It opens into a wide road and technological acceleration leaving unique traces of memoirs of objects of a morsel of time. Artist: Kariné Matsakyan |