23q4=\ / the moon river - {$M} Collage, 2021
Leni Smoragdova
Collage, Paper on Paper
Original Artwork, 29 x 42 cm
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About Leni Smoragdova
Shortly about Transaction Art
Transaction - simple bank or business operation.
Why should I pursue for a million when I can rule the transaction art world?
We are children of war. War is money, money has no face.It's as simple as the Transaction, we are the children of the Transaction, we are the children with hidden faces.
Reading the code of the matrix, with whom or what you can make a deal,conduct a Transaction in order to gain a foothold in modern society.
The heroes of the transaction world - living and dead, people and animals,- are deprived of Transaction codes, like mirrors, they absorb and reflect
everything that happens in the "black mirror".
They are extras and observers, they are the children of the Transaction, they are hidden faces. -{$M}
About the Product
For 3 months I can't work. Absolutely... I bought I cake, called to my new friends for a small cake's party, but nobody came.
It was Friday's night. The cake looked at me I felt deep loneliness... I put it in the bin in the street, went to the forest. It was midnight. I wanted to die. My friend called me, and we started to talk about her ex-boyfriends. I was lost. It was a dark and forest. I was absolutely alone. Suddenly a stranger with a white dog appeared. "Are you an artist?", he said smiling. "Why?" - He helped me to find the way to the city. Took a taxi for me. I was back to home. On the next morning I woke up and started to work again. My Muse was back to me.
It was Friday's night. The cake looked at me I felt deep loneliness... I put it in the bin in the street, went to the forest. It was midnight. I wanted to die. My friend called me, and we started to talk about her ex-boyfriends. I was lost. It was a dark and forest. I was absolutely alone. Suddenly a stranger with a white dog appeared. "Are you an artist?", he said smiling. "Why?" - He helped me to find the way to the city. Took a taxi for me. I was back to home. On the next morning I woke up and started to work again. My Muse was back to me.