if you were the sea, which path would lead to you?

i often remind myself, that not the end of the path, but the walk itself, the process, is what a person finds meaningful. i find it as an inner good. one, which in the most deafening noise can calm and nourish you. at the midst of everyday mayhem, it may begin to seem that your days follow you with a never-ending speed and clatter leading you into continuous dead-ends, unanswerable questions about paths, that are yet to be walked on, about your inner voice or about lightness or darkness of your eyes. i believe, that on those never-ending paths, you can finally find a way out, on the left or the right, a way - that has not been wandered on. perhaps they are the ones that lead us to the unseen shores of the ocean? the thought, that there may be a path, that is only your very own, that is so unique, can force your spirit to speak. for yourself. in your own way. that is why, while observing the everyday noise, i seek that my work leads to a gentle sigh. paradoxically, sometimes it is found in the most restless seas… and yet, i trust the sea unconditionally and believe that thoughts need to be exhaled and inhaled again to create an atmosphere that refines thinking. perhaps, for this reason i constantly find myself in the seaside—where i can always hear myself the most. letting go of my trapped, misplaced thoughts, and breathe in the energy of the sea—completely free, untamed by anyone, and uniquely its own. with your heart and mind at ease.

everything i see and feel around me, i document through various artistic forms, which is why i don't limit myself to a single creative expression—i stay curious:) i work with relief printmaking, drawing, painting, and my beloved photography. i wrote myself a note somewhere, a long time ago, that we are our truest selves in silence. so what i create is a documentary of thoughts that remain unsaid—fragments of images that linger in the mind, episodic memory, what the mind takes from the outside world and how noise leads to silence.