The Endless Process of Searching: When Perfection Demands a Sacrifice of Colours.
The birth of the work was a flawless start…
The intention was clear and the start, as always, went without a hitch. A beautiful model, a smooth casting process, precise mould preparation, production of the raw cast. Everything went like clockwork, without a single technical error. The problem came with the most creative and most subjective phase: stylisation and the final patina.
My body casting work is not about documenting the body, but about transforming it into art. This means that even a technically perfect cast needs a soul – colour, depth, a story.
An Attempt at Colour: from Disaster to Purple
The first attempt to create a colour pattern ended in disaster. Hundreds of lines, but no satisfaction. For some incomprehensible reason I started with red. I have no idea why, but I knew this aggressive, obvious red couldn’t stay.
A quick decision: I covered it. Over the red I applied purple, a deep and mystical shade, and then another layer: blue, with the idea of a cold, cosmic effect. The sight of the result was depressing – the colours clashed. Instead of depth, I got nothing but chaos.
From Despair to Black
When nothing helps the art, there is only one option: sand everything down and start again. A process that took hours had to be eliminated. The sculpture returned to its original, raw state.
This time I started with black, a quiet, solid base meant to keep the colours calm. And again I began to apply many layers: yellow, silver and, paradoxically, red again. But differently this time – more controlled.
The process doesn’t end. I still look at the sculpture and know it’s not quite right. So I go back to sanding again.
The Endless Process of Searching
This journey is proof that art is a constant search, not a simple recipe. Every sculpture you see in the final gallery has its own small private battles behind it – moments of despair, sanding of details and sacrificing hours of work to meet a single, uncompromising condition: perfection in my eyes.
The process doesn’t end until the moment comes when I finally agree with the colour and the stylisation. Only then, after the storm in the studio has calmed, can the sculpture bear our signature.
