Concept of Digital Collage
Art which is permanently subjected to the act of transformation, longing for the truth beyond
The Tranquility of Solitude
Concepts of Done deal
Scenographies of prominence, glittering temptation, excitement and Glamour
Pursuit of happiness
Spiritual, ecological and ethical constructs, following by the authentic experience
CONCEPT OF DIGITAL COLLAGE
Worshipers of roots, deep forest or things above the clouds
Tractate on the Ordinary Man – Part II.
Rubins Digital Collage concept, implemented in cooperation with international group exhibitions, that conceptually overlap in the category of Digital Collage. The primary contents are spiritual, ecological and ethical issues, that resulted in the weird constructs, following by the authentic experience. Projects are, therefore in permanent process of transformation …
Although so-called “the Ordinary Man” does not participate in various art projects, by rather staying in the background mode, his contribution is of capital importance. Conceptual collage scenery, draws attention through social media, quite frequently. Rubins is basically a “worshiper of the roots and things above the clouds”, rather than an active trader of modern society and its rites. Long ago, the artist has been aware of temporality of this time and he re-educated himself into a global ecologist, who implements his activities mentally and settling them in actions, locally.
It is of paramount importance and intention, not to harm anyone. Although there are enough reasons for rebellion, he is constructing his projects in complete solitude, with help of his unique scale of values. First, there is soil and air, then water and fire, lastly, the constructs of this world, which are products of acquisitive mental flows. Frequently pissed and angry in great desire to possess the voice of thunder, when watching nowadays tremendous stupidity and short-sighted activities of ignorant masses, to which he also belongs. He rather takes refuge in the solitude of mountain peaks, deep forests, or empty roads, where he heals his numerous scratches and sharpens his teeth. The so-called “Ordinary Man” has never created a static image of his identity. He often appears as a compromise maker, who is acting socially critical, but immediately escapes to his reserve – the world where he is soundly sovereign. Here he wanders around, stalks lonely thoughts and, forges daring plans, that primarily frighten him alone the most. Often avoids to live each day the way it offers itself in the daily routine. Although not asocial, the world leaves him indifferent, persistently giving birth to his art, that nevertheless speak and cry out to you.
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* I The Mountain Ghost trots to and fro, The world beneath my feet reveals unrest, The raven from the birch tree flies, But nowhere a hare, nowhere a roe. The roe – she is so dear, so sweet; If such a thing I might surprise. In my embrace, we would meet; What else is there beneath the skies? The lovely creature I would so treasure, And feast myself deep on her tender thigh, I would drink of her young delicious body in full measure, Then howl till the night went by. Even a hare I would not despise; Sweet enough its warm flesh in the night. Is everything to be denied That could make my life a little bright? The hair on my brush is getting grey. The sight is failing from my eyes. Years ago my mate lives independent life. And now I trot and dream of a roe. I trot and dream of a hare – I hear the wind in dark night roaring. And dear brother, when I look back upon desolate landscape of my ephemerality; My heart feels bitterness, surrendering my Soul to God and Devil, on some distant day, or maybe soon.
* Arranged after: H. Hesse: Steppenwolf