Unconsciously, I started scratching on the wall of my consciousness.
My background is the depth from where I am trying to come up
In the tunnel all dark, I'm coming…
I'm scratching, I know in the end there is light, so my all consciousnesses is concentrated to that particular moment, when I see light…
Understanding of self with any medium, I come across.
Im a painter, I paint, I sculpt, I scratch, I do some wood cuts, Lino cuts, sometimes do collage with piece of clothes…
Sometimes I prefer to do nothing but to arrange few lost antiques of memory…
Maybe a broken piece of a toy, a doll or a lost piece of a lost hand, a palm of a hand.
My destiny is painted, I’m trying to focus on the canvas.
I perform, I do characters whom I saw, whom I see and whom I will see.
I perform all the way…without performing, I wouldn’t have survived.
Painting is one of my performances. I sing, I try to communicate in every means.
My medium is self expression in any way possible.