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RAYA ATAYEVA
RAYA ATAYEVA
If I had to describe my art style, it’s definitely “punk” and that is an inference Mike made. I mess with the conventions of art making: instead of planning, I dive right into creating erratic, dark paintings. Finding materials, whether student-grade or professional, I let my body do the work while I pay attention to background noise. I envision my emotions to look abstract and chaotic that overwhelm me, with lots of dark colors moving around slow or fast. Black is death, blue is sorrow, red is anger, and green is sickness. The climactic event is scratching through the paint and slashing the canvas. I stitch or staple flaps back together, but I know it will not hold on any longer. To close the holes is like wanting to stay in a somber mental state.
After finishing my work, I am somewhat satisfied. Internally however, I am frustrated, sick, and angry because for years, I felt unsure what I wanted to create in the long run. I felt as though I was controlled by a parasite of doubt and fear. Comprehensible forms remind me of rigidness and limitation, so I think paintings do not have to look pictorial. Despite themes of violence and destruction manifested into artwork, I am generally comfortable and confident to begin my career doing what I love, creating.
