IAN SHEVACK
LA FEMME
japanese ink
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ABOUT THE WORK AND SERIES
Pink Inkblot: La Femme
The series "What do You see" uses ambiguous visual language to assess the human psyche subconsciously. The inherent power of counter compositions was often used in Renaissance art as it's been broadly explored in Leonardo Da Vinci's paintings. Ian, however, indicates tension within the abstract and often accidental ink shapes spreading over layers of colors. Contemplative movement and quick foldings drives the creative process reflecting the artist's innermost feelings of the moment. In the early 20th Century, the Swiss psychologist Hermann Rorschach popularized the inkblot test, considering its projective significance in psychoanalyzes. For Ian, the creation of the series 'What do You see' is an investigation of two significant counter notions: order and disorder. The artist invites the viewer to take on a journey of their own subconscious and turn the visual information into a somatic experience of pareidolia (a tendency to impose a meaning on a visual where there is none).
ABOUT THE ARTIST
How could I put down a description of myself here, black and white, without embellishment or understatement? How objective is a profile? Should not they be friends (do not I have) or family, but do you know one? Or has one ever revealed oneself to one's heart and if so, it was understood. Who can see you? I think none of this is possible.
If I were to assign myself an animal, I would probably be an icy butterfly with a sting of black. Carrying on the snowy wind of my destiny, I'm looking for nothing more, only suppose. As a human, looking at the window, watching the falling rain on the gray roofs, listening to the uniform murmuring sounds of a city, letting the day pass uselessly.
I love Maria Callas, Dalida as well as Jimmy Hendrix and I adore Janis Joplin. My heart carries the Occident as well as the Orient. I care for the old as well as the new with equal dedication. Loathe the Hollywood crap produced for the Comerz. I am constantly looking for "edge products". I love to dance, but unfortunately there are no old-fashioned dance coffees anymore ... extinct. I just do not smoke cigarettes. Love the free spirit of the 60s that I live. I'm not interested in politics. (Rags went, rags came. Amen) What else? What is nicer than drinking champagne from old heavy Baccart glasses and eating Russian eggs with your hands and reading Gengseitig short stories by Rafik Schami. Barefoot to explore a fishing village? At night, on the way home, take a spring roll from the Chinese, as well as eating for 2 days, not to forget the healthy feeling of hunger that cleanses the soul. I love Schuman as much as Cosmic Dancer. I go sledding as in the morning at my work all with the same zest. I write letters like 100 years ago and no one answers. In all my ways I had to go, life taught me to take it as it comes. All the spiky single pieces that give the whole and can not be separated. Just like the soup tastes only with salt. That's how I think, and that's what I am.
ABOUT THE WORK
The little killing sticks - all what you have to know about live is around and inside this little box… from the outside it promises you gloss and glory and inside, the truth. It implies that everything looks different from the outside than it is inside. Nothing is as golden inside as it seems from the outside .... Promise is different from the truth that it contains ... in family as in business, in wealth as in poverty. Everything has its price and the money costs the most .. As the price of life is death.
ABOUT THE ARTIST
How could I put down a description of myself here, black and white, without embellishment or understatement? How objective is a profile? Should not they be friends (do not I have) or family, but do you know one? Or has one ever revealed oneself to one's heart and if so, it was understood. Who can see you? I think none of this is possible.
If I were to assign myself an animal, I would probably be an icy butterfly with a sting of black. Carrying on the snowy wind of my destiny, I'm looking for nothing more, only suppose. As a human, looking at the window, watching the falling rain on the gray roofs, listening to the uniform murmuring sounds of a city, letting the day pass uselessly.
I love Maria Callas, Dalida as well as Jimmy Hendrix and I adore Janis Joplin. My heart carries the Occident as well as the Orient. I care for the old as well as the new with equal dedication. Loathe the Hollywood crap produced for the Comerz. I am constantly looking for "edge products". I love to dance, but unfortunately there are no old-fashioned dance coffees anymore ... extinct. I just do not smoke cigarettes. Love the free spirit of the 60s that I live. I'm not interested in politics. (Rags went, rags came. Amen) What else? What is nicer than drinking champagne from old heavy Baccart glasses and eating Russian eggs with your hands and reading Gengseitig short stories by Rafik Schami. Barefoot to explore a fishing village? At night, on the way home, take a spring roll from the Chinese, as well as eating for 2 days, not to forget the healthy feeling of hunger that cleanses the soul. I love Schuman as much as Cosmic Dancer. I go sledding as in the morning at my work all with the same zest. I write letters like 100 years ago and no one answers. In all my ways I had to go, life taught me to take it as it comes. All the spiky single pieces that give the whole and can not be separated. Just like the soup tastes only with salt. That's how I think, and that's what I am.
