|Erase the random lines away (after Alexander Blok)|
This series takes its name from the prologue to, possibly, the most tragic poem in the Russian language (and it has no shortage of tragic poems, trust me on this one): a poem by Alexander Blok, called "Nemesis".
The opening lines say that there are neither beginnings nor ends in life, and we are all besieged by randomness. And above us: is it the ever-present darkness or the clarity of the divine, who knows? And yet the artist, the artist should have faith in the beginnings and ends, if only to know their hell from their paradise. The artist alone has an objective measure for what they see -- and so, let your sight be clear, Blok tells himself: erase the random lines away, and look the world's sheer beauty straight in the eye.