I was born in Oriental society. Oriental society honors the birth of boys and less the girls. The boy is the successeur of the generation. it was clear in my mind that boy will have always more. More love, more attention and thus more success. He is motivated more, he must be the best. As for a girl, she will never give the surname to her children. Even if she is strong or more intelligent, it is not féminine to show the strength, brains in the Oriental society for successful marriage, the only « right » success or realization of the women in Oriental Society. She ought to be simplier ans more often run against her nature to correspond the society.
Later I discovered that any person borns with the mission nevertheless the sex. Everyone has the personnality to discover the mission and to perform it during his or her life.
Having moved to France, I had a chance to observe the new society and this more understand the one I came from. I have met fantastic people that showed me the beauty of the Western Woman, the Woman that inspires with what she says, with what She does to the society, with How she performs her mission taking all the responsability of the situation where she is. The more I learn about them, more I opened the Oriental women who seem to shine with more and more energy empowerment.
This inspirational image of the Women created a picture of the woman shoe on heels, as a symbol of modern woman, with wings, the highest energy and the leadership that She can realize in her life as a mission. The shoe stays on the feather from her own wing. Some women unfortunately leave behind some projects where they could make their best as mission carrier.
Oil on canvas 80×120 cm
I was born in the family of the doctors. My grandfather Zaid Rasulovitch Yunusov served at World War 2 in the Red Army in rifle regiment N 1048. In the battles of 1942 he performed a first aid to more than 300 wounded people at the bataillon medical units. On the 23, 24th of June, 1944 my grandfather made a first aid to 123 victims, 10 of them were seriously wounded. In spite of the hard working conditions he was always an exemple of the cold blood minded qualified work, bravery and highly moral spirit.
He used to say that the prior duty of the doctor is to bring the cure to anyone who is wounded regardless the army the patient serve, regardless his party, regardless the motivation the suffering was engaged to the war. I tried to express in my canvas this wise position full of love to the Humanbeing.
This canvas is named “The bandage to the wounded” and it is dedicated to Peace and War. It was finished to the 9th of May 2017. For my grandfather it is the Victory day, as Uzbek veteran and his birthday personnally.
Dirty hands make white bandages on the hands of the wounded. the hands are pictures with open palms. The white bandage and open palms symbolizes the absence of weapon in talking with enemy, thus act of peace. Dirty hands mean dirty of taking part in war. He helps his enemy, but he has also been dirtied by war. The orange-red background, a contrast to the white bandage, is to express the troubles of war.
On the one hand the canvas is dedicated to the Big Human Peace that little draftsmen try to preserve during so Unhuman War. On the other hand the act of making bandage to the enemy simbolizes the tremendous love to the Humanbeing, that can commit an error, harm himself and so others. Inspite the committed error anyone desserves the love as the Humanity deserves the Peace.
Oil on canvas, 120×80 cm
My signature is my biography.
All my artworks are signed Stellla Polare. My real name is Khulkar YUNUSOVA. I was born in Uzbekistan. I live and work in France. My grandmother gave me the name Khulkar that means the polar star. The last determined my artistic signature.
After my studies in Economy and Management I worked for different projects, particularly in pediatrics oncology at the latest stage. Visiting hospitals and seeing patients suffering from oncology diseases made me feel the life different. Little patients, being so physically fragile, were spiritually so adult and mature, that made a great impression on me. These children are deeply conscious of the death. Their least moment of the pain settling down is a synonym of the happiness. They are using all they have : their energy, their time to live entirely. This wisdom turned the static perception of the “happiness” in the. Before it consisted of the social positions of the Uzbek and the French woman. The happiness meant being a good wife on one hand, and being emancipated on the other.
Today my “happiness” is as ephemere as the light in permanent contrast with shadow. Can I be happy during a long time without being afraid of death neither altering with the moment of pain? Why be afraid of the Death if the only Death is absolute as motivates to our best now?