EXIT

An artist’s book that became something more.

I created a book from a single word. But it didn’t want to remain just a book — it became a scene of action. A space where anything could happen.

I wanted to work in the genre I’ve come to love — the artist’s book — like the one I made before: April 12.
I created pages and a cover, but then looped them. The book turned into an arena, and the person inside became a separate figure, walking among the pages.

What should I call this genre? I’m not sure.
Maybe something like non-animated animation or a non-installed installation — something suspended at the stage of a sketch or layout.

This is a story about “today” — about the present moment we live in.
Because I no longer see a way out of the circumstances the world has brought upon itself — by flirting with darkness.
It feels like every new door marked “Exit” leads to an even deeper shadow.

There’s a historical detail I can’t forget: in some American (?) subway systems, signs once read “No Exit,” and this reportedly led to a rise in suicides.
Maybe that’s why my work isn’t titled No Exit — but simply Exit. Because I still want to believe.

And the figure of the man isn’t red, as I first imagined — he’s white.
There must still be something bright left in us.
A spark of God — no matter what name He goes by.