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May 2012 - solo exhibition in Tirana, Albania Esoterical Line-lineArt paints
June 2012 - group exhibition in Tbilisi, Georgia Digital Works
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Utrinski Vesnik (Morning Herald)
Makedonsko Sonce (Macedonian Sun)
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Tea Moderna
Zena (Woman)
Puls Magazine
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Most of the time people do not make anything out of their own life. They simply allow the miracle of life to flow through them, that beacon of light, as if the man is a glass dish without a bottom. Empty before; empty after the water has flown through them. And they topple on piles, like sad memories of old forgotten pitchers. Rare are the ones that can differ. Some that say to themselves: “if you can not make of yourself what you want to be, do not miss the opportunity to be at least what you can be”. They make their choice. “Be an unfinished drawing of the pitcher”, they whisper to themselves at night, and repeat through all day long. They do not keep everything to themselves. They keep only the drops of the April rain, and no other but the dime light of the autumn evening that fades. They do this, so that his or her own life does not become sufficient and distant like laments of a strange passenger. There are others, and they can live only as they like. They mould their gift into a nothing or into a royal cup. And then they can pour out the best wine made from the grapes of every single minute they live. They do not resemble the goldsmith that wraps up his best peaces made out of pearls, emeralds orjade in deep green and heavy silk, and then offer the customers the boring perfection of their craftsmanship. Those are the ones that share their delight, and they do not hide the blisters that drops of water have left have left like measles marks on the epithelium of their souls. Any live is too short for our souls. The man, he is the one exploring the riddle, himself being the riddle of all riddles!
With the works of this period, Denis Tenev has built an artistic epopee of the endless craving through which the man plunges into the deepest and rises to the highest. Leonardo and Michelangelo mirror in their works the gestures, convulsions and concentration of the ones that have meet with both Heaven and Hell. \X/ith as little as this, in terms of technical prejudices, as theywould have in our days, through images like volcanic eruptions, Denis notes the sequences through which the man is proving his own identity. The endless search for the best is his best alibi. If God transcends his universal task through the man and thus obtains his axiological instrument, it is then quitelegitimate for the man to fulfill his ] axiological need through his own work; the camel brush, the peace of coal, with colors extracted from the plants during their pre-mortal agony, or with the help of a precise needle with which computers sprinkle their juices, the sputum, the tears and the blood, on the technically immaculate glowing, but mute peace of paper. Maximalistic in his preparations, this cycle is such in his finale as well.
Original, firm, painted with the inner eye that does not blink, looking straight to the vision that lays in front of us its wonderful and impressive testimonies.
Ferid Muhic (April, 2001)
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