Undoubtedly, under the vortex of fluid images, the subtle threads of the human soul will melt; in reading scenes that had settled, overlapped, and permeated all recorded lines will be as pale as salt; only in dissolving and defending against illustrativity I can closely observe the shell as a motif with something human. In search of the essence, the shell, like our body, shrinks and expands: from day to day, from light to darkness, from darkness to darkness. My art notes are therefore a building block of a self-sustaining unit – there is nothing beyond that, everything is as heavy and inconceivable as luggage.
In the action of the world in which I exist, You are something else is an unequivocal and clear message to everyone when they encounter my works – that a person really is something else, no matter how unsteady it may seem as a solution, but also as a dead end.
Alloying like chemical ingredients, fatally, analytically, and without hiding, my solo exhibition conceptually and emotionally reveals different states and meanings; willingness to search to the very bottom of my teeth by surrendering, but not by thinking of coming back!