The horizon behind the trees

The bay can be seen through the branches of the trees in the park. Ships are more like silhouettes. The horizon is blurred in cold grey. Some old trees were beginning to bud these days, flocks of cormorants flew north, and I thought that spring comes following them, but it turned cold.

The park of my studio is also old, surrounded by a hundred high linden trees. The trees are almost unchanged - from the old times, but I do not have pines. Pines and birches were planted along on the Black Sea coast in the 50s of the last century to evoke the landscapes of forests and meadows at the edge of Siberia. Therefore, everywhere the trees are the same size. Those areas in our country possess the intrinsic deciduous vegetation ... as well as all kinds of fruit trees, wild and grafted.

Our culture is also grafted. Something grew and then various shoots from other cultures, covering us in their area, have been joined. Layer upon layer, natural juices had to descend into a variety of new fruits. And if there isn’t constant care, and care means pressure over nature, the wild returns. The real wild this time - only deaf resistance remained because memory about what is natural and normal in the life-giving juices is obliterated for us. And is languishing - and degenerates slowly but consistently.

I heard that some courses at the Academy have been closed, and in sculpture speciality things are also insecure. There were no applicants. It’s normal. Theatre, painting, literature have been systematically joined in the past 150 years. This way of expression is not typical for us and if you ask someone from Varna about thirty priorities, sculpture would not fall among them.

So, I apply pressure in a way ... I would like to create a Sculpture Park in a location with no public, not to mention professional and impartial academic criticism. Ten years ago the literate audience – which grew up for several generations with concerts, galleries and opera, escaped – the closer possible to Sofia. Now if you make a sculpture exhibition in the park there will be no resistance. There will be no reaction, either. I just have to pay. Market society.

Teacher and friend Lubo Prahov made money. Take for your pocket a small plastic published in large print. Look at it meaningfully. A round nickel alloy difficult for an amateur play. On one side there is the number 1. From the other side comes the magically built plastic portrait of St. Ivan Rilski. Low relief from the highest probe. This knowledge is already lost, there is only one other sculptor in our country that still brings forth this millennial knowledge. The relief contains and outlines a horizon of values in whose area the figure one has value and can be freely exchanged. I'll repeat it to you: within the global framework as well as on the basis of established and shared Culture standards there can be exchange. Exchange, means economy. Economic relations are a specific segment in Culture.

But don’t be afraid. whoever's been rich will end up rich. Pain is just a natural process which clears awareness, and truth comes with it. Truth, creativity, love, understanding…such things.

Now I would like to share an audio and a dream with the right person ... Maybe that is how spring comes. I don’t know.