Josua Kerkis (1998) Helsinki

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I paint this already finished still life, where meaning lives on its surface. I see in my eyes an empty space, into which I bring everything from the easy world, because even that is difficult to learn to know. Maybe things that I would take with me from a burning house. Someone might have bought it for me, or I wanted something I couldn't afford, so I painted it next to me - in my room. In this space I suffocate the shadows and give the vampires juice.