back when we had a dacha in moscow (a small wooden summer house on the outskirts of town), i used to have a friend named mitya. and me and him would love to flatten stuff on the train tracks.

coins, screws, nuts, nails, keys.

you'd wait for a train to appear and lay out your materials onto the metal lines.

the train would whoosh and you'd run around and collect your art.

then go find more stuff to flatten.

i sort of feel like that right now, taking little things from here and there and running them under this powerful train. thoughts and feelings compressed into words, doodles uploaded into computers connected to cultural calculators.

3d things and 5d experiences flattened into two-dimensional objects that just slightly protrude from your wall. like 2d suggests something and is honest about it.

it doesn’t claim to be of your space or world, but offer a window into another, like looking out of a real window towards a place that exists and very near but very different from this one.

or perhaps people see it as a mirror, a plane that reflects back their own house and world to them. where a van gogh can make your space feel like it resonates in kindred spirit with it, that your room is that cafe.

perhaps those two are not separate either, and we find use for both and move between the two or combine them and do not notice.

-pavel