TANEL VEENRE

Creativity springs out of me organically, I grow like a tree. Branches starting from a strong trunk and leaves, series and works from the branches. The tail of the series of organ whistles was on display in my latest exhibition at Galerie Biró, but several new branches have been added to them. I gave myself the freedom to tweak details from my previous series, I surfed with pleasure in the field of materials and colors.

The central figure of the exhibition were the lips, which I reached thanks to the organ whistles. I saw in my mind's eye the sensitive and erotic contact of the human body and the mouthpiece of the whistle, the 37-degree breath moving from the body to the culture. But being steeped in social media, it is impossible for me to ignore the modern meaning field of lush lips, so to speak, the phenomenon of duck-lips. Take it as a satire towards stereotyped sexuality: pouty lips as an irony of narcissism.

I began to engrave with passion, visions washing my impatient hands. I moved emotionally away from my dark streaks of the last few years. I longed for cheerful, surrealism liberating the heaviness of thought. Lush, colorful, cheeky lips. I also saw something rococo in them, maybe even salon-like. The petty-bourgeois charm of corals and pearls required honest frivolity. And even when I cast black ebony, it turned out to be a shade of red rather than a gloomy terminus. There was probably an intervention of vital factors in this duel between
the morbid and the joyful: the tree grows according to the wind and the sun.

Colors make an impact. I have quoted my American gallerist who perceived my use of color to be more meaningful than southern artists. In an achromatic environment, color grows from within, it is courage, not just a surface coating. My color is glowing and erotic, there is no arguing with carmine and ultramarine.