FATIGUE // SCULPTURE SERIES 

This image has been in my head through years of my corporate journey - a parallel reality of my private life-long artistic practice. Wherever I go, I am always the office clown; saddest people are the best entertainers. All the hell inside me was translated as a "morbid humour" and funny weirdness. People never understood me in those offices, but they always loved me. 

In 2024, when I was finally working at a place I didn't want to run away from (it's the Institute for Contemporary Art Yerevan, which I am a former student of) I opened the Shit Museum in one of the Institute's 4 toilets. For that exhibition my friend Mary created a plasticine copy of me sitting on a roll of toilet paper which is on my desk after the Shit Museum closed. I think it's that tiny figurine that inspired me to sculpt stuff at work, although I've been doing stuff with clay since 2005. Plasticine didn't work for me, too sticky and rigid. I went for air dough instead, which turned to be my perfect medium.  

Process

The Exhibition

A person is trapped within their narrative — a collection of random rumours everyone heard about them, the data the internet keeps of them, safe and forever. This narrative is like a brief Wikipedia summary of someone unremarkable yet somehow worth mentioning.