To lose oneself along the paths of prior experience is, in itself, a form of freedom. It allows a withdrawal from established notions and frameworks, and a passage into a terrain suspended between the known and the unknown. This freedom is not a sudden release, but rather a prolonged unfolding—an ongoing permission to stray from prescribed routes. Moving across languages, cultures, and nations, I am able to confront the doubts and longings that reside deep within, in a continual rhythm of departure and return.

To lose oneself is also where creation begins.
It keeps me alert, lucid—loosening, through repeated self-examination and inner dialogue, the hardened boundaries of identity. In doing so, I edge closer to a path that lies within: obscured, indistinct, yet undeniably real. Veiled in mist, it remains open with possibility, allowing each work to become an occasion for renewed encounter and discovery.

The images in these works arise from my lived experience. Spaces, light, figures, and objects alike carry traces of the past, while also drawing forth those inarticulate memories that persist beneath perception. These scenes belong both to the present and to elsewhere; they exist in physical reality as much as they are formed in memory. Like a series of footprints, they record moments of hesitation, struggle, and glimmers of light along the course of searching.

At first, mountains are mountains;
then, mountains are not mountains;
in the end, mountains are mountains again.

It is within this continual process of rendering, obscuring, and looking back—at the intersection of multiple images, memories, and realities—that these works unfold.

Through this, a threshold—
into what has yet to be seen.