Under the pop's skin

Under the pop's skin

Under the pop's skin

Eisa Jabari
28 Oct 2016
07 Nov 2016
Under  the pop’s skin
My  feelings  fluctuate  between  two  extreme  ends  ranging  from  the  taste  of ice-cream  to  the wounds of Christ. There is always  an internal  instinct telling me that I have been their string-puppet. Perhaps it is the same with all others, though it is hard to judge. I close my eyes, as fast as a thunder strike, I lose my  concentration  on  and  meaning  in  the  vagueness  behind  my eyelids.  Sometimes I do not know  how  to  deal  with all these  gaps, those  which can never  be  systematically  filled  out, this  colorfull  world  is sometimes  the  result  of  advertisement  bombardment  and  sometimes the output  of  deep-rooted  beliefs  for  which  I have  had  no  role. It  seems  that  I  have  always  been  a poor contemporary  man  who has  no  choice  in his  decision-making
I do not  wish  to  be  possessed, I do  tear  apart  the food  ads  flyers  in  order to  get  hold of  the truth  behind  them, but  alas, they  have  also  been  manipulated, the historical  wrinkles on  their  face  have concealed  their  transparency  and  clarity
I do not  see the  world  black  and  bitter, the world  is colorful  for  me, but the  colors, colors……do not  let  me have  a peace  of mind. I waste, I squander, but  not  carelessly, I  am  the  result  of  my own  gaps  and  vacancies, sometimes  instinct, sometimes  intellect, with  all  my  body, with  all  my obligations, with  my  technique, I  try  to  paint  anything  that  my  insight  perceives, though  it  may  be imperfect   but artistic. I  am  a  sensitive  medium  for  the  realization  of  these  gap-creating  errors