Contemporary art,
especially in its post-modernist manifestation, can not be defined by a
particular style. Contemporary art is an individual process instead.
Existing within the current epoque, we can only vaguely realize what is
occurring with us, our time and our emotions. The creative process does
not need reflection any more. And this is remarkable. It appears that
what the artist is saying is not relevant as long as the History
mechanism keeps functioning. For some reason Man does not have to
perceive himself as a part of the Universe any longer. It is just enough
to remain a participant in the life process.
We seem to have lost the affection that just recently united artist and
viewer. We live together but secretly hate each other like in a
dysfunctional family. I believe the reason for this is not in the
genetic decline of the talented individual but rather the unwillingness
of masses to deal with the talent. Actually, it has always been the
case.
Insignificance is such a convenient form of human existence.
These works belong rather to the sublime than factual. The image
softness is a plastic metaphor of instability and difficulty of living.
The author senses malady in the end of the century air: the old values
are painfully analyzed; the new ones seem questionable and repulsive.
The past appears to be a waste and a fantasy - the future lies too far
ahead. The process of living becomes shaky, and vague, and filled with a
feeling of loss.
The call of night is felt in these works. Sunlight - the realm of
intelligence - was neglected by the German Romanticists of the 19-th
century. They preferred the night time - the time filled with a
different light, sensibility, poetry, and trepidation and nature
spirituality.
Eduard Stranadko is a mystique and sacred figure in the context of the
Ukrainian cultural landscape. His works, at least for me, is like a pass
to a world of other dimensions, to a world where one can turn into a
somnambulant. It is a world full of context, of delicate mysterious
details.
The transformation idea lies in the basis of his creative work: one
concept is readily turned into another, and with the help from a third
one. This is a purely alchemic idea! The photographic image turns
artistic by magic, not by hand manipulation. This is how a piece of
photographic paper absorbs the artist's energy.
The artist seems to usher in a new Platinum century. He is one of those
who are tired of being a "person of intellect". His work lies beyond
historical and aesthetical processes enveloping the life material where
reality does not have to be a stopped moment but possess a certain
duration in order to preserve the motif of existential presence and
disappearance.
Few are the artists capable of seeing through the fabric of being.
Numbered are those who are able of letting us, the viewers to do the
same. In reality the artistic talent is not something that can be
manipulated, utilized or controlled one way or the other. But
nevertheless under some special circumstances it can. This contradiction
is generally in the basis of magic. And particularly - in the magic of
imaging.
Generations of artists worked hard to eliminate boundaries in Art. They
did so well that there are no boundaries now. In this infinite and easy
world the artist starts to feel lost and unsure of anything except his
own right to be a creator. Nowadays one has to search for one' own
boundaries, for something doubtless and permanent...
Natalie SCARLATTI
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