Logical reasoning often makes me feel less like myself and more like a machine.
That’s why I cherish lyrical and literary expression—it allows me to exist like a soul drifting between the reasons of my cells, like secrets hidden between the lines.
At times, I feel a weight and a dampness within me that exceeds the events of my life. In those moments, I preserve that weight by embedding it into my work, ensuring it won't be forgotten. Through the textures of my pieces, new layers of unspoken meaning emerge.

I find joy in revisiting the memories of works that gained independence from me long ago. And before I part ways with them, I give them a brief, final kiss.