BUCOLICS

With this series of paintings, I pay homage to the genius of the great Virgil. The ten eclogues of his poem “Bucolics” form an absolute cosmos of perfection. My attention and admiration for them are particularly stirred by my life amidst the luminous provinciality of my native place. To transcend, where there are no boundaries and limits. Where truth and truths do not exist because there exists a sublime and singular image of truth. Because each image so obviously serves as a reminder of an image, not of truth. Because, I believe, truth is a phenomenon, not a pretext for representation. And it couldn’t be otherwise. Hence, we are condemned to live in the discrediting incompleteness of the subjective.

Rumen Chitov