When you are not human, even the most usual things seem strange. I call my work Boketto – act of pointless and continuous gazing into emptiness.
My inspiration comes from the experience of getting out of my body. It is rather a language than a beautiful picture. Those are the stories about other worlds contained in the title, small text passages under the art objects and four digits in the end. These digits are the date of getting out of body. Each person that I knew has exited into the worlds at the same time. I decided to include it to the title. The date is written without the dots. This is not a typo. The time is vertical and any type of separation leads to deception. Every second we break down into a great number of parts, like beads, and we roll on the floor of Being. This is what I try to capture in my paintings. By dissecting the subject, stripping it from its purpose, we can get closer to its existential essence. To one of its borders.