Colorful Water Dragons

This is a computer image based on a scanned printed copy from an old Art magazine. What I gave them was a colorful file on a celluloid medium /that was a joke, in fact it was a slide from “Leica” camera, format 6 x 6 cm, which was later stolen, excuse me, diverted from the editorial office of Art magazine in 1986. It was part of an overview of provincial artists. The title was “artists out of the capital” but it was clear enough. Provincial, non-Sofia is territorial, rather than value based way of thinking, though it may seem so. What a grey and sly reasoning! While the task was colorful – I did my best the feeling from the painting to be the same as during the opening. A warm, late summer’s day, under the soft sun, I was left alone with a bottle of red champagne, I was drinking it leisurely, without a thought of breaking it into some floating things.  

Cheers for the Water Dragon! 

1996. There is this Emerging Dragon, in the yacht marina bay of Golden Sands, red girders anchored at 5 - 6 meters in depth. Just below the fishermen village, a favorite place for divers. Over there, where the stream winds along the coast. The dragon was submerged, only the tops of the 4-meter girders protrude from the water. Perspective in thick space is different, the light breaks through more slowly and the girders heavily totter.

The next year I attended Process-Space, organized by Mr Mitko Grozdanov. I have always liked working beyond the horizon of perceptions and eventually to bring something from beyond there. That is the reason I like anonymity. When I disappear – and there it goes – without realizing 10 years have passed.

The picture shows Tsetso Krastev and me, loading the boat, taking the pipes offshore and releasing them to float downstream. All this stuff, one of whose gold-foiled floating and open to the wind pipes the picture shows, quickly disappeared in the unknown, not as I expected.

Six-meter gold-foiled pvc pipe. Its lower end is cupped and made heavier in order to float upright and free. The upper end is left open the wind to sough in it on its way.

The image, as in my imagination, shows hundreds of pipes floating freely downstream. Reality was different – we released the pipes in Balchik Bay and while we were getting to the coast, three boats had already approached the pipes that had failed to float away. The ‘seagulls’ impetuously loaded and took away the trophy. It is ridiculous to think that the definition of an artistic piece of work is a specific piece you can entry in a museum or gallery collection. Four gilded pipes reside in the gallery of Balchik, They are there. The work is not. The work floats covered in light – as you can see.

Anonymously.