A book cover illustration commissioned for Iliya Bogdanov’s book “Стъпки във Времето“ (Steps Through Time).
Life is a movement. An everlasting cycle of growth and adaptation. Life is a passage, a connection to those close to us, to this world, and places far beyond.
As a living organisms on this planet we are constantly in need to evolve and adapt in order to survive. Part of this so-called adaptation is establishing connections with all that surround us.
By doing so we grow, not only biologically by mentally.
We establish a database of experiences that allow us to perceive life in unique ways, which in return allows for furthering the process of personal evolution while expanding on our comprehension of the world we exist in.
A journey through color, texture, and lots and lots of LoVe.
Preface
These worlds are spacious, vast. They lack a physical location–or at least the coordinates of which I have yet to understand. They house abstract structures, complex networks, electric bursts...
They can feel so lonely, vacant and at the same time full of life...
They conceive the need to search for answers to questions I have not thought of yet. And when there, everything I ever knew appears quite abstract; almost irrelevant, perhaps.
These realms cradle such tremendous power; wisdom...and there is asense of weightless freedom, a sensation quite foreign to the human world. A sensation the character of which only few can recognize.
Chapter One - AWARENESS
It is peaceful here. Dark and a little chilly too. I hear distant voices echoing through the abyss. A whispers too...somewhere nearby.
My essence has no shell - lost perhaps? I cannot recall happiness, nor sadness...even pain….Those concepts seem so foreign now. The lack of earthly feelings and emotions is... blissfully tranquil.
I think I like it here. Have no intentions to return. In this world…I am genuinely...free...
Acrylic paint on paper, 2017
I heard music for a first time today. It was loud and clear. It was astounding!
I can finally see. I finally understand…
Preface
These worlds are spacious, vast. They lack a physical location–or at least the coordinates of which I have yet to understand. They house abstract structures, complex networks, electric bursts... They can feel so lonely, vacant and at the same time full of life...
They conceive the need to search for answers to questions I have not thought of yet. And when there, everything I ever knew appears quite abstract; almost irrelevant, perhaps.
These realms cradle such tremendous power; wisdom...and there is asense of weightless freedom, a sensation quite foreign to the human world. A sensation the character of which only few can recognize.
Chapter Two - DESPAIR
I’ve lost my sense of time...and place. It seems such concepts do not exist within those realms. I keep hurdling from place to place…searching; but for what?- I am uncertain.
I hear a voice, it sounds familiar...and urgent. Shortly after memories resurface and I am suddenly alert. I know it's you!...But where?
You are crying; pleading I should stay. Asking me to squeeze your hand...
I am scared now. Frantic.
I want to come to you, to hold your hand...but how? And where? Panic has overtaken me.
I have no substance, my body is gone...I don't know how how to find it, how to make it close to you...
Mixed Media: Acrylic Paint and Gel Pen on Paper - 2017
Acrylic paint on Wood, 2018
Preface
These worlds are spacious, vast. They lack a physical location–or at least the coordinates of which I have yet to understand. They house abstract structures, complex networks, electric bursts... They can feel so lonely, vacant and at the same time full of life...
They conceive the need to search for answers to questions I have not thought of yet. And when there, everything I ever knew appears quite abstract; almost irrelevant, perhaps.
These realms cradle such tremendous power; wisdom...and there is asense of weightless freedom, a sensation quite foreign to the human world. A sensation the character of which only few can recognize.
Chapter Three - STITCHING IT ALL BACK TOGETHER
Blurry visions of blinding lights and ear-splitting voices. Chaos.
It's hard to breathe. My heart is racing. Screaming all around me; then blissful darkness once more…
I open my eyes, slowly. Cautiously surveying the world around me. It feels somehow distant; Foreign. Then I fix my eyes upon you…Clutching at my hand and softly sobbing.
You look at me and smile. — “I felt it” - were the words you spoke.
A deep breath, I feel at ease. I close my eyes and somehow know that everything will be okay...
Mixed Media - Acrylic paint, gold and silver leaf foil on paper, 2017
