Trololo

I thought I would say goodbye to the "virtual" teachers in 2008-2009 in the "In Paradise" project, but today I recall my distant and big gurus again. This time - visualizing their mega-messages, which turned the river's back in the art of the 20th century. Phrases-mottoes, magic spells, and with those mantras on the lips, artists were falling, unconscious, on the barricades. And today, at the time of advanced information technology, it's nothing more than a trololo.

Every day, wisdom dust is falling on us in the form of crossposted quotations of the great people. This is a very popular trend in the Internet for several years now. The wise sayings are mixed with the daily wisdoms from, as it seemed to be, typical common friends, and then - multiplied by the countless number of bugs in the performance of fat trolls and paratroopers from the social networks. This is how our daily cultural diet is formed. The level of crap in the ocean of information trash drags on, its temperature melts the everlasting ice archipelago of human wisdom. The ice cubes drift into our latitudes, carrying on their white bodies the tambourines of brilliant sayings. Against the background of general informational ignorance and orientation frustration, the majestic knowledge lies with a thin layer of diamond dust on the surface of Olivier salad, mixed with a tablespoon and served to the table. Post-structural, post-informational and, eventually, the post-modern dishes are ready.

In the "Trololo" series of works, I use old proven postmodern techniques, despite the fact that we continue to receive messages, like ''Postmodernism is dead''. In the Trololo project, I'm trolling those who think so. Because, according to present-day objective circumstances, trolling remains the only possibility of articulation of artistic gesture. Because the body of postmodernism hasn't been found yet. Also, in my canvases there is always an image known as a trollface. I rightly believe that hundreds of various images of the trollfaces are inherently ingenious and created by the greatest artist of the present - by Anonymous. The "Trollface" comet flew past us a few years ago and continues to scatter its meteorites. I just walk and collect them from the ground, and afterwards to dash it somewhere in the exhibition space.

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