"EMPTY WORDS"
Art project by Katya KIZUMA
PROJECT PHILOSOPHY
To find something that doesn't exist. To draw it. The vacuum.
So you get something unreal and abstract.
What's the point of empty words?
We pronounce them, write them, breathe them in.
They choke us.

We are overfilled with them, but nobody tries to get rid of them. Empty words must be beautiful for people to believe them.
We believe them, we hope and wait for them.
We lie. More precisely, we invent.

Mathematicians created a notion of «an empty set». And it was given a circle sign crossed by one diagonal – Ø.
Here is an example: «An empty set of adults don't lie».

But that's impossible.
Empty set exists, but adults who do not lie do not exist. So we can come to the conclusion that set is empty.
Empty set has a lot of characteristics and plays a very important role in mathematics.

And in our regular life it's even more important.
This is the base of all the sets, the base of life.
At the beginning there was the Word and then all our life appeared from «nothing».
Our diverse life.

Constant gravity towards making something that does not exist is the source of motion produced by all our emotions, inspirations, dreams and… Disappointments.

People create a current flow of senseless words.
We are satiated with them.
Every one uses, breathes, stimulates, rapes, kills, resurrects and loves these words.
And the most important is that everyone takes it seriously.
But the creation of nothing will create nothing in the long run.
And this is the paradox essouns of empty set: absence of elements which makes up this empty set.

Empty words have a notion role of symbols, but exactly like an empty set they do not have its uniqueness.
They consist of their own empty ego. And always prove something to themselves.

People do so either. Mathematicians have proved at least that fact.
So empty set exists but has no content. So do people.
I use the term «Empty Words» as an area which can't be discovered or touched.

While painting I put imaginary reality in my canvas.

And what seems imaginary to other people I make real in my canvases. Abstraction is sembiant reality for me.
The feelings l have after hearing such words I do not associate with objects, I process and tern them into colorful abstraction.

I use shards as ruins of the whole. Tin only looks like durable material but it is only an illusion.
Tin will turn into dust if the temperature is lower.
Pieces of glass and tin always sparkle like diamonds. But this is just a substitution.
I'm against senseless words, but sometimes.
Sometimes I'm fed up with them and convict their using by people.
Sometimes I love empty words.

It's impossible not to use them. We can't help loving them.
Now some part of this has become my paitings.
A certain part of my life.

My canvases will stay alive until people utter senseless empty words.
Promotional movie about creating paintings
«Every heart has its own crosses and zeroes»
Linen canvas, oil paints, tin, pieces of glass
[120х100 cm]

Every heart has its own secrets. The boundaries of the heart are indefinable. They are covered by shards of glass as elements conclusions and protection of the inner part of the heart itself. They are like hedgehogs which defend something. Every heart experiences multiple things during its life: division into parts, joys, upsets. The color of the heart is grey because it is derived from a mixture of diverse colors.

«Inside of the heart»
Linen canvas, oil paints, tin, pieces of glass
[100х120 cm]

The bubbling of emotions in the blood, their movement begins with a swirl of electric discharge in the heart muscle. Churning.
Stirring and boiling… that is exactly the peak of any adrenaline strike.

Irregular heartbeat, not a single steady, or predictable movement.
It doesn't matter what event caused this state. Senseless, meaningless words can have the same influence too.
«Interaction»
Linen canvas, oil paints, tin, pieces of glass
[100х120 cm]

Interaction does not always imply partnership.
It's sometimes confrontation, sometimes struggle, hatred, or love and coitus...
It might be also energy exchange, addition and supplement.
Each time the result is unexpected.

«Snowfall»
Linen canvas, oil paints, tin, pieces of glass
[100х120 cm]

Twilight is coming. The past lamps are gleaming. Restless thoughts are swirling in the head like a snowfall. The shards are like tiny pieces of ice.
The morning will be bright and clean... It will bring us balance and peace.
«After the snowfall»
Linen canvas, oil paints, tin, pieces of glass
[100х120 cm]

The snowfall is quieting down.
The dawn is coming.
Sleepless restless night is over.
There were a lot of thing I thought of.
Now all the conclusions are drawn.
The shards on the plane are like patches to the wound. Integrity has been restored.
New time is coming.
«Sandy Haze»
Linen canvas, oil paints, tin, pieces of glass
[100х100 cm]

Before the dust storm comes, grains of sands and dust are immobilized and move randomly in disbalance.
The same thing may happens in any relationship too: condition when you can't see anything clearly…
«Diptych: Transformation»
Linen canvas, oil paints, tin, pieces of glass
[80х100 cm, 80х90 cm]

Two unequal parts of one whole.
Contrast and connection.
Matter moves, changing its size and form. We're alike, but everyone lives by their own laws.
«Black matter»
Linen canvas, oil paints, pieces of glass
[100х120 cm]

Scientists, astronomers, physicists are looking for dark matter.
Dark matter can be the cause of gravitational forces. Although dark matter particles do not interact with light, light comes from where there is a dark substance.
«Summer morning»
Linen canvas, oil paints, tin, pieces of glass
[100х120 cm]

Dawn. Coolness. Morning sky and you can hear rustling of grass.
Nature lives.
Morning dew and freshness heal and make all the consequences of meaningless "empty" words vanish into thin air.
The same thing may happens in any relationship.
«Lifeless»
Linen canvas, oil paints, tin, pieces of glass
[100х120 cm]

All the feelings are dead. Total devastation. There is a seal on the sad memories. There is a cross on the sadness.
There is a ban on the lost meanings. To devalue means to discolor.
«Wind of change»
Linen canvas, oil paints, tin, pieces of glass
[100х120 cm]

Changes are inevitable.
They can be difficult, they can be sad or beautiful..
It is not always immediately apparent what caused the change, which power...
Intense internal movements, new chaos from which something new will appear.
«We will have a house by the sea»
Linen canvas, oil paints
[120х100 cm]

Many people dream of heaven on earth.
Many people make a promise to fulfill this dream. And even though not all hopes and dreams are destined to come true, the dream is entitled to life in the paints.

«Fainting flowers»
Linen canvas, oil paints, tin, pieces of glass
[100х120 cm]

All the presented flowers faint. It happens earlier or later. People do not see what happened overnight. That is exactly the moment when the dark time of the day goes back and morning light of a new day takes over night and slowly but with authority makes the night disappear That is the moment when "yesterday" is becoming "today" yet no one has noticed it so far. People are usually able to notice some big changes but the process of transition is subtle.
In our soul something also can change even from those words which do not mean anything, those empty words. But how are we able to see the difference between meaningless, empty words and those words which still haven't lost its meaning…
Exhibition Art Russia Fair 2020
Personal exhibition
Museum of Local History, Dzerzhinsk, september-october 2022
International awards
Luxembourg art prize
Luxembourg Art Prize from «La Pinacothèque» Museum
Golden time talent
International Art Prize Grand Prix