Monument to that which is Forgotten

Lips, parted or sealed, are always expressing something. Words lose their true meaning with the passage of time, like the soil of the land to which we belong. I create monuments for them, like surviving figurines of centuries past. I cover them with the sacred and remedial soil of motherland, so tranquility, silence, instantaneity, and intuition miraculously flow through life.

Beyond and Above

The bare body speaks unabashedly. What flows within us courses through all the layers of our changing bodies. The skin, as the most external layer of our body is in direct contact with the outside world. In connecting the skin to an external surface like paper or fabric, paint allows for the instantaneous recording of a unique and irreproducible image; an image that may be different from the real form of our body. An effort in visualizing the complexity of the relationship between the self and the outside world, which materializes as imagined dots and lines.

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