Its about offering. everyone is an living offer. Every second, every moment we have take decisions.
And not just something, but right one, a good one.
I often ponder about life; about my life, and also about the lives of others. What will remain in the
end? What is important after all? Where lies my way? Why was I born? Where from? Where to? What
is good and what is bad? Why is nature so beautiful and green? What is love about?
Where does the desire come from to help and support? Are these only emotions? Who, after all, can
explain what a strong friendship is all about? All these questions used to keep me awake at night.
I have been searching for the meaning of life for a long time already. It all starts right at the beginning
with breast milk. Why does a mother feed, after all? She gives me warmth and kisses. Why?
She is willing to die for me. And she does die. She devotes her life completely. This is self-sacrifice,
a complete dedication for the other person. The mother, in giving birth to her child, donates life to it. It
remains a miracle and a mystery until the end of our world.
This motherly love and dedication is an example for me. And I, as my mother‘s son, will do the same
in the future. Passing on this warmth. There is a saying: „He who doesn‘t love, doesn‘t live.“ And it is a
life philosophy.
It is very similar to what happens with grain. It falls into the soil, dies and gives new life out of itself.
A new life... A child is being born. That is a miracle.
In some country people like to say ironically when something bad happens: „Mum, please give me birth
the other way!“ On one hand it does sound vulgar, on the other hand it makes me think.
One could say: The wish for a rebirth. Or a button for „reset“. Would be nice, but that is not what life
is about. You make a mistake, and your whole life can be ruined and over. That is bitter. It might be an
illness, an accident, or even death. It just happens. One searches, trying this and that, struggling all
the time... And it‘s good to do so. Life has to go on. The challenge for man is gigantic: to act completely
accurate and aware of what one is doing. Like for example the story with Nicodemus whom Jesus told
that he had to be born again. And later it turned out that he himself as the Messiah is a mother‘s womb
and Lamb and God. This really caught me. So I coined the name „lambfruit“.
And thus my works were born again, discovered again. As much as possible I use my material
in a natural way. I mainly work with lambskin or paint with lambblood. For example, I leave the
lambskins unwashed and untanned. They stay the way they were after death happened. Nothing
is being retouched: the marking with colours, the fat, the dirt. The sacrifice is to be made visible,
because the Messiah or the Lamb has become an example of self-dedication and complete love.
The „lambfruit“, I could say, has become my „Mum“, my house, my home, where I can find myself
again, where I become a new being. A rebirth of thinking. Of a clean conscience and mind.
It is not an event, but a process. Something like a process of regeneration which needs constant
practicing. As it is for babies, but only in this case it is for adults.
I‘m in a lambskin, I belong.
I‘m a being.
No.No. No snail.
I wallow in space. Get up, kneel down.
Jump quite airily.
I think.
I was born.
I‘m a human being.
lambfruit inside, 2009
"lambfruit" 09, material: iron, lambskin
"lambfruit" 2009 Munich
Leonid Hrytsak
Akademie der Bildenden Künste in München ab
2006.
Klasse Prangenberg.
