Mariya Granovskaya

There is a virus unique to mankind, which infected us since the time’s dawn — that is art. I turned to clay in pursuit of not as much a shape, but rather a surface for painting. Running away from the perfection that is canvas, the straight lines and right angles; rather, the rawness, the immediacy with which to capture the fleeting world, the natural movement of a pencil, wrist, hand shaping the clay. The refinement of lived experience, of pain, joy, grief, shame, delight, bliss, love — revived, relived in art, taking on a new shape and coming alive once more. Confronted with war, epidemic, oppression, revolution, humans keep on loving, grieving, rejoicing, laughing, quarreling, learning, wondering, playing, conceiving — keep on living!