2021
SZ COSMOGONY ended.
And something else ended with it.
Crisis.
Existential first.
Creative after.
Covid years.
I never blamed them.
Still, confinement matters.
Forced distance.
Cut relationships.
Time compressed inside rooms.
The AI asks: Did isolation sharpen or empty you?
I don’t answer.
Digital art stopped speaking to me.
Not suddenly.
Gradually.
Irreversibly.
NFTs arrived.
Not as a medium.
As an object.
As an end.
That wasn’t my language.
Digital was always a tool.
A vehicle.
A space to test limits.
When it stopped being that,
I stopped with it.
The NFT bubble was violent.
Maybe necessary.
For me, it was a fracture.
I had already said everything.
SZ CHAPEL.
SZ BOREDOM.
SZ COSMOGONY.
A closed trilogy.
Content.
Technique.
Excess.
Creation.
Collapse.
Nothing could surpass that.
Nothing should.
Adding more would have been repetition.
Noise.
So I chose silence.
The AI asks: Was it fear or completion?
Completion doesn’t answer.
Reception was weak.
From my audience.
Especially SZ CHAPEL.
Also BOREDOM.
Also COSMOGONY.
Few looked.
Fewer stayed.
Almost no one waited.
Seven years of drawing.
Doors closing.
Distances growing.
Too invasive.
Too explicit.
Too much.
Blasphemy.
Pornography.
Excess.
Touching religion is never neutral.
Mixing it with seduction even less.
No complaint.
Just observation.
I felt alone.
And silence felt necessary.
Digital painting had been explored fully.
No words left.
No images left.
When nothing remains to be added,
stopping is the only honest gesture.
Silence.
Three years.
Not inactivity.
Sedimentation.
Until August 2024.
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