Jebediah Costin
                     Dynamism of a star, 2025
                     Oil on canvas, 185x133cm 









                     Jebediah Costin
                     Melnikov #1, 2025,
                     Inkjet on Paper.
                    Jebediah Costin
                    Melnikov #2, 2025,
                    Inkjet on Paper.
                    Jebediah Costin
                    Melnikov #3, 2025,
                    Inkjet on Paper.









Dynamism of a star 
Jebediah Costin          26/04/2025 –10/05/2025
If you aren't rich you should always look useful. I knew it so deep down that it was true, and I still know it. To become imperceptible oneself, to have dismantled love in order to become capable of loving. To have dismantled one's self in order finally to be alone and meet the true double at the other end of the line. A clandestine passenger on a motionless voyage. To become like everybody else; but this, precisely, is a becoming only for one who knows how to be nobody, to no longer be anybody. To paint oneself grey on grey. Because there is something in the touch of flesh with flesh which abrogates,
cuts sharp and straight across the devious intricate channels of decorous ordering, which enemies as well as lovers know because it makes them both: touch and touch of that which is the citadel of the central I-Am's private own: not spirit, soul; the liquorish and ungirdled mind is anyone's to take in any darkened hallway of this earthly tenement. But let flesh touch with flesh, and watch the fall of all the eggshell shibboleth of caste and color too. That final scepticism which can find no floor to the universe. They walked on rather aimlessly. He hoped she wouldn't notice he was touched, because he wouldn't have known how to explain why. Here lay the great discrepancy between aesthetic truth and sleazy reality. Time and Patience.