Creating art is, for me, somewhat like pooping.
What? Are you insane?
You could ask me, my Dear Friend. Maybe. Nevertheless, sometimes, I imagine knowledge as food. We can eat both healthy, fit food. Or, we can feed ourselves with unhealthy, junky food. Thus, I always try to read as most knowledgeable books as possible. Speaking shortly: I try to develop my mind with the most valuable books. Which books do I exactly mean? For example, the works of Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Stanislaw Lem, Thomas Mann, and many books of the Taschen publishing house. I love to read, and I believe everyone should read as many books as possible. Food, like knowledge from books, goes through my imaginary healthy stomach full of valuable, robust content. The content is digested, reinterpreted in the brain, and finally creatively excreted.
I already wrote that I love to reinterpret, discuss, argue, or agree with other artists’ statements. Thanks to reading, interpreting, and transforming the knowledge of former geniuses, we suddenly appear to be a part of the constant dialogue. This eternal dialogue is somehow an imaginative digestive system. We discuss many crucial aspects of human life with our ancestors and posterity. Thus, I am continually pooping the content gained from books here and on this website.
By pooping, I mean publishing all my photographs, texts, artworks (e.g., “Ostensible abstraction”), and publications like “Diaries.”
All these things will be a fertilizer for future generations. My works of art will influence future generations, as books from the past determined me. Is that mean that all my works are an excellent fertilizer? It is the posterity who will judge it. I always try to do my best to accomplish this thing.
Is it something terrible that I compare art creation to pooping? I do not think so. Pooping is one of the most natural and intimate things which people do. I hope art creation will someday become a regular part of people’s lives, maybe not on the same level as pooping, but as reading.
