Art in my conception generally does not claim the truth or its formulation, and not to what extent it may be compatible with it. The truth has to acquire us gradually. My art is an attempt to make human dimensions manifest, an attempt to create new morals and new ladders, and it is also a window to throw people toward other people. The movements I try to do could be histories need to be spelt out in another way or messages you can pick them up as a warning or as a bomb that shatters the glass in an entire city!
They are about the concepts that have fallen and flow around us without understanding them, a serious attempt to address them, I delve into intimate and overlooked sides of communal living! Maybe those moments in a person’s life when the world they know is tumbling to pieces when the usual rules no longer apply when everything familiar to you crumbles... Liminal spaces.. New creature of all of these.. New cultures and patterns.. demagogic characters.
How does it feel?
How will you deal with them?
How will you give them shape?
Art in my work does not attempt to accumulate memory. It does not try to direct a punch that is already left to its target, this art looks at the details of an optical scene and embodies its ((beauty)) and the ((elegance)) of its philosophy.
Beauty and the readable one of it exclusively, is a mean no one can resist, a mean of raising and developing our consciousness. the beauty of this productive human nature that built civilizations and is still escalating.
This art could be a reformation - an artwork that tries to tell a story that has repeatedly, violently, unexpectedly or even expected, happened to our cultures and societies.
What form do you acquire when you move between folks?
What form cultures acquire when it moves between the stages of the story? How can we formulate such a thing?
The human concepts are enormous, the In-depth research into them is permanent. Our global society holds many cultures, but these cultures have been exposed to a lot of obstacles, acts or wars sometimes changing their form. If we can catch the engine and shape of this change, I may be able to give you an idea, a tip or a warning. Or maybe I can check for the fate of all of these, or check the nihilism of this spiral cosmic journey...It could be a kind of tournament invented by every offspring to continue.
In the end, it is clear that I care about you and I want to look after you, I want to melt you with me in one entity! I believe this could make you think about others more... I stopped thinking to myself; I don't remember its features well now. In fact, I did not realize it enough, the stone trunk of Venus migrated before I reach the ecstasy to re-create its breathtaking beauty with my own hands.
This is me... And you ... Do you have room for a young child who dies every day with a stray bullet? Otherwise, there is no need to tell you more..