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HomeYou see, I see

You see, I see

You see an object. I see what it reveals about you.

“Plein Soleil” Exhibition. You see flip-flops. I see a curse.

Daido Moriyama “Lettres d’amour à la photographie” You see photos, I see a Living Being learning to Disappear

You see the white cube, I see the hospital walls

stellapolare_artiste_paris

Frеnch-Uzbek contemporary artist
@khulkaryunusova_art.
Here I decode what lives inside artwork
Memory • motherhood • East ↔ West
↓ Enter my world

You See a Cloud. I See My Son’s Lungs. I looked at You See a Cloud. I See My Son’s Lungs.
I looked at the enormous red form suspended inside Saint-Eustache and thought: I need to make an appointment with a pulmonologist for my son.
It was an unexpectedly practical thought to have in front of a monumental work of contemporary art. From a distance, the sculpture seemed almost weightless. A red cloud had appeared beneath the stone vaults of the church — floating, branching, porous, letting the architecture remain visible through it. But I did not see a cloud for very long.
I saw my son’s lungs.
If Minotaure would lead us ? #stellapolareartiste If Minotaure would lead us ?
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Am I Minotaure ? Am I the Minotaur? For years, I Am I Minotaure ?

Am I the Minotaur?

For years, I thought I was drawing the Minotaur.

A creature inside a labyrinth.
A body caught between two identities.
Someone searching for an exit from a structure built around him.

But the longer I draw him, the less certain I am that he is a character.

Maybe he is a self-portrait.

I was born in one country and built my life in another.
I live between languages, memories, motherhood, inherited stories and the person I am still becoming.

Perhaps the labyrinth is not a place we need to escape.

Perhaps it is everything we carry with us.

And perhaps my Minotaur is not a monster at all.

He is the part of me that keeps walking through the labyrinth, carrying a small sun in his hands.

So I keep asking:

Am I drawing the Minotaur — or has the Minotaur been drawing me all this time?
I was given laurel leaves. And somehow, I didn’t I was given laurel leaves.

And somehow, I didn’t see them simply as branches. I saw a laurel wreath.

A small sign of victory. Not over someone else, but over the thoughts I had been living with for far too long.

Lately, I have been thinking a lot about life and death, and about how easily darkness can sometimes take up all the space inside us. And today, suddenly, it felt as though life was slowly reclaiming that space.

The ice has begun to move.

I haven’t defeated my dragons yet, but I think I’m finally learning to stay in the saddle. And those dark thoughts that once seemed stronger than me are beginning, little by little, to surrender.

So I accept these laurel leaves as my own small laurel wreath.

Not as a sign of a final victory.

But as a sign that life has begun to win.
What do I have in my bag this Monday ? With books What do I have in my bag this Monday ?
With books from @xvost.paris, @maille mustard from Paris shop and dear gifts from my friends, leafs of laurier and @carandache crayons 
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I’m looking back at my old drawings and feeling a I’m looking back at my old drawings and feeling a little envious of my future self — the person who, three years from now, will see them differently and fill them with new meaning. It fascinates me how my drawings sometimes seem to know what will happen in my life before I do, only revealing my own story to me years later.
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Palais Jacques Cœur 💙💙💙 The place where I have ex Palais Jacques Cœur 💙💙💙

The place where I have exhibited the art from Uzbekistan 💙💙💙 the place tondear to my heart
#palaisjacu
You See a Jug. I See a Drain. At first, The Wet R You See a Jug. I See a Drain.

At first, The Wet Room by Daniel Dewar and Grégory Gicquel feels almost sensuous. Silk floats across the walls, its shimmering surface recalling the skin of a fish; pigments spread through the fabric, while mirror carp, catfish, duckweed, water buttercups and other species of freshwater flora and fauna emerge among watery stains and gradations. Water is present here not simply as an image. It participates in the making of the work itself: it penetrates the fibres of the silk, carries the pigment and leaves behind traces of its own movement. The fabric seems to refuse the stability of a conventional pictorial surface, becoming instead a current flowing through the exhibition space. Yet beside this almost liberated movement of water stand ceramic pots, jugs, vessels, a washbasin and a bidet — objects designed to perform the opposite operation: to contain water, direct it, organise its movement or make it disappear. At some point, I stopped seeing this room simply as a story about fish and aquatic environments. You see a jug. I see a drain.

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On this channel, I share my reflections on contemporary art, exhibitions, photography, museums, and the ideas that shape our perception of memory, identity, childhood, culture, and everyday life.

Every exhibition begins with the same question:

You see... I see...

Because every artwork tells two stories: the one we immediately recognize, and the one we discover when we learn to look a little longer.

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