The beginning of everything is sensation.
Pure, uncluttered feeling allows you to ask yourself the right questions, which are fundamental to my art.
My eyes see reality, my thoughts shape experience, and my heart is like a compass directing my attention. Drawing is my method of experiencing the world. Pencil and paper enable me to be alone with the world, to converse with it, and to strive to understand it. Drawings, sketches, and drafts become a form of dialogue. On paper, I capture various images from real life that aid me in my subsequent work with canvas and oil, where disparate and contrasting elements converge. For me, this is a quest for the true essence of the world, beyond its three-dimensional space.
From my very first picture, I attempted to unravel the complexities of reality. I pondered: Who am I, and who are these people around me? Answering such questions requires understanding the context. Through the prism of my work, I perceived not only people but also the world they inhabit.
This environment was a product shaped by society, while simultaneously shaping the social world itself. The presence of ruins, decaying and collapsing architectural objects, is not accidental. They serve to reflect fully the decline and fragility of culture, and hence civilization.
Yet, this environment should not be feared. Instead, I felt and witnessed living heroes amidst this lifeless place. They are multifaceted and rather alien. Death without life holds no significance, just as life without death lacks progress and motion. If the world deteriorates, if it perishes, it only indicates the loss of the values that drive it.
My heroes are estranged from this world. I sought to emphasize this by manipulating their proportions and intentionally disregarding the laws of physics for them. They are towering giants, soaring through existence, oblivious to the world around them. These Titans seem to exist parallel to this inhospitable environment. Through art, I have come to accept that the time for the new Titans that this world requires has not yet arrived. Nevertheless, we stand on the precipice of their emergence.
Death is a painful and daunting concept. Naturally, we strive to postpone it. However, the demise of something dilapidated and obsolete gives way to something new. And is death truly all-encompassing? Global culture is far more intricate than a neural network; it does not fear catastrophic forgetfulness. The death of a culture becomes a flame that consumes all superfluous elements, leaving only the most valuable behind. Time is relentless, and even ancient monuments succumb to decay and lose their original appearance. Yet, the ideas that birthed them are eternal. A dying and reviving culture purifies itself. This is the role of time.