A natural landscape is deconstructed into geometric segments, as if cut, measured, and categorised. Nature’s fluidity becomes a surface of control — a constructed wall that defines, divides, restricts. Harmony becomes construction, chaos becomes system. The act of segmentation implies the human need to delineate, possess, and render “legitimate” what was once wild and shared.
A rootless being looks ahead, frozen. Holding only the most vulnerable objects – a useless umbrella and defenceless animals – symbols of persistence and survival. The figure inhabits the threshold between innocence and reality, in the silence before action.
The grandmother knitting becomes the archetypal transmitter of tradition. Each stitch is a knot in her own life and in the lives of those who follow. Her hands, marked by time, like dough, become tools of memory. They are not only tenderness, but also guardians of what has passed. Knitting evokes the Fates – only here, the path being woven…
Memory and Oblivion stand in delicate balance. Memory as water that has dried up. The cacti, resilient and self-sufficient, suggest a kind of forgetting not grounded in tenderness, but in inner strength.
The fragmented old man reveals, through his brokenness, a multitude: anonymous, naked, almost trapped. Is it one body or many? Memory, community, or shared fate? The figure becomes a vessel that contains, carries, and deteriorates without giving up.
The figure of the black sheep appears like a comic strip frame: a figure staring with wide, exaggerated eyes, as if startled by its own presence within the frame. The expression is not only fear; it is the awareness of standing out – of being watched even when no one speaks. The black sheep thus becomes a symbol of the…
The mother’s back: firm, unmoving, rigid. Burdened with all that was denied to her. The threatening stick, secretly hidden, just as her life was stealthily taken from her. Now it’s her turn to impose discipline. The double face of inheritance: what we pass on unwillingly and what we carry without question. The stick is just one of the objects of…
Matter becomes mirror and trap. A destroyed house – a carcass of memory. In place of life, stacks of gold coins rise. The gleaming foundation proves hollow. The naked figure touches the gold with a greed that saves nothing. Material inheritance remains both precious and destructive. In the end, one forgets who belonged to whom.
The sheep, symbol of calm and submission, appears as an ironic commentary on fear and authority. With a playful gesture, it deconstructs the drama, questioning the seriousness of the narratives that encircle it. A small, subversive resistance.
The sea and the tiger coexist - the vulnerable and the wild, calm and tension, life and death. A single presence challenging us to see fear and strength together. Fate is not just a rule or a sentence, but a chance for understanding.