Cactus

This work was created during my performance "Don't look for any meaning or
title - there isn't one" which was curated by Maria Antonyan. During this
performance I was sitting with my back to the audience with my headphones on
and was painting a picture. I wasn't reacting to what was going on around me at all. At some point, a girl came up to me, squeezed out a handful of white paint and
started smearing it over my cacti. That was the moment when I experienced a wild
surge of pain. It felt like your creation and your child was being ruined, while you
were completely helpless and could not do anything about it. Tears started
streaming from my eyes. She stopped and walked away, while I took a wet napkin
and started wiping the imprints of her hands off the cacti.
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