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My work is based on the deep love and admiration of life and creature, interfered by permanent presence of transience. How can one enjoy the beauty of creature and loveliness of a movement being aware of it fading away the next instant into nothing? Or is finiteness what gives life its meaning? It wouldn’t be the same emotion if we could reproduce these moments infinitely often. It hurts that all is threatened by transience, I would wish to persist all the power of lost and destruction. I would want to make the moment eternal, but wouldn’t this destroy the magic? The mourning over the decease inspires me and makes me explore different routes to find ways to share these emotions.

“Transience”

“Jet Series”

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“Untitled”

“Nature Morte”

“Untitled”

“Summer”

“No Title”

“Life”

“Silence”


“Untitled B”

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