The June 2022 exhibition @ Nitroglobus main hall: ALONE by Mihailsk. Shame on me for publishing soo late. Too late to visit this wonderful exhibition by Mihailsk, however, I will publish images and reviews written about the exhibition ALONE in order to be complete.
Mihailsk returned to Nitroglobus with 14 monochrome works expressing his devastating mood. At the time Mihailsk made these works he felt lost. However, he describes his state of mind much better than I am able to.
Description by Mihailsk of ALONE:
There are moments in life when you feel like you are losing everything; the laughter, the joy, in short the color disappears from your life. You are ALONE, nude, mourning about what you lost. You have to find the strength to stand on your own feet again and find the light in the darkness that surrounds you.
A week alone: me and myself. stripped of thoughts, feelings, clothes.
Absence, falling into the void, tears, sinking into myself. Dangerous balance, escape, mute crying, introversion, denial.
The images I made in the period described above are moments from a sad, lonely week.
Me in black and white.
***The opening party was on MONDAY, 6 JUNE, 12 PM SLT with music by DJ Daddio Dow and particles by Kurk Mumfuzz
Special thanks goes to David Silence for creating the excellent poster based on a work of Mihailsk & to Adwehe for the sublime light art she created specially for this exhibition. And of course to Miha for his trust in me.
Focus Magazine June 2022 published an article in ART ON TOUR written by Kitten
Diomita also wrote an article in her blog 'Diomita & Jenny Maurer's blog
'The pain, sorrow and loneliness of the heart is clearly visible in Mihailsk's images. As the color disappeared from his life, it is not surprising that the artist chose the medium of black and white to further emphasize the darkness in his life and also perhaps because in the moment, everything seemed bleak and miserable.
Each of us, at some point, has felt this emotion - the deep sadness and regret that makes us think all is lost. And then, one often sits alone staring into blank space, thinking things over and over, trying to process what has happened, reliving the memories that sting like a pin as the tears start streaming from our eyes.'