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Open Studio Session: Have You Seen My View?!

Sand with a body of water makes a beach, trees and bushes that cover a large area make a forest, and an atelier transforms the room into a place to create art. A sofa and a coffee table make it a living room, a bedroom

Lazy Letter

“Lazy Letter” is a series of notes, letters and drawings of things taking place in a certain period of time, sent from “me” to “you”, showing some of the changes happening in the process of moving, inspired by real life experiences, thoughts, quotes and any

No Landers

We're humans, the texture of Adam. We live far away from nature, but we have an insatiable appetite for it. We pray the sky, we know it's ours. We enjoy the sun, we protect ourselves from it just as much. We don't forget the sunscreen.

Lonely Places IX

‘Lonely Places’ is a series of postcards with a small note on the back. They are from ‘Me’ to ‘You’. They depict corners and spots that somehow felt peculiar, a reminder of a thing or a person, or a distinct thought. They are, overall, portraits

Farmer

Farmer (poem, ash on dead tree) Tea, or coffee, with which should the day be started? Which one contains more caffeine?! I saw two small boys in my dream, one older than the other one. I waved to the tractors passing by the house. Hello farmer!

How do you see the Future?!

A brief answer, wondering what the future will be like. This video was contributed to the Cabaret, an online event hosted by Lacuna Festivals, The Lost Festival. The event could be watched through the link: youtu.be/ZMwqEEa0mUI

Lonely Places [Something Red]

‘Lonely Places’ is a series of postcards with a small note on the back. They are from ‘Me’ to ‘You’. They depict corners and spots that somehow felt peculiar, a reminder of a thing or a person, or a distinct thought. They are, overall, portraits

Awaiting the Mailman

The practice of letter writing is fairly neglected in our contemporary society where multitasking, communicating with only a few clicks, and conversing with a light touch of our fingertips is so common that we don’t seek other manners. “Awaiting the Mailman” peeks in through a

Is

‘Is’, a poetic expression of the weather, a free comment on the on-going days, and the notion of being at that particular point on Earth during that season of that year, which came to life by painting the words by water on wall. The process of