Misery might the source of happiness after all. Hate and anger can lead a project to places, one did not even dare to dream about. This project was born in unusual conditions. I felt like I was drowning, so the last thing I was going to do was finding inspiration in other artist’s work. No surprise, everything looked mediocre, did not look like the true art, I believed it should be. I decided that I am going to change.
The starting point was glitch art, the one that I misunderstood the most. Nothing made sense. The initial problem: is it not art or do I fail to understand it. The only way to find out - make one myself. After the research, I established the main characteristics of the style and start working. The findings were more than surprising, so I approached different styles, that I have despised before
Deciding that an object, opinion, etc. are not worthy just because someone told you so, or because you followed some-kinda rule is not good enough of a reason. The only way is to try to make it worthwhile until you have done everything possible to make a change. The more I live, the more I understand, that nothing is ugly, nothing is useless until you find a way to change everyone’s perspective towards it.
