Tolstoy said that mankind could not exist without art; I know I can’t do without it.
I walk empty parking lots and endless sidewalks and see ready-made abstract art just about every few steps. I’ve been known to trip on car bumpers when gazing at incredible rust spots. That’s when I enter joyous epiphanies. Sometimes my art simply imitates what was spread on hoods and bumpers. I am sure someone above or below or in-between had a hand in their creations.
Sometimes I think I’d like to take a Vermeer and burn holes through the canvas. Or the Mona Lisa and add witches wings to her.
Because of the limitations on movement imposed by the pandemic, my brain moved into hyperactivity. The isolation gave me time to review my vast archive of work and fine-tune contrasts and colors, as in the two pieces you see here.
Jackson Pollock inspired some of my work, but I always prefer controlled accidents. The portrait of the vase is part of a series that includes anything broken–all the glasses and other artifacts in my home that I managed to break accidentally. Nothing like repurposing!
I figured if broken antiques from Greece and other notable locations are priceless, then why not my pieces that may be discovered millennia from now?
Alex Nodopaka originated in Kiyv, Ukraine. He speaks, reads, and writes in San Franciscan, Parisian, Kievan, & Muscovite. Mumbles in English & sings in tongues after Vodka! He propounds having studied at the Ecole des Beaux Arts, Casablanca, Morocco. Presently full-time author, visual artist in the USA, but considers his past irrelevant as he seeks new reincarnations.