The world in-between
That’s what I call my art, when I try to define it.
Between reality and delusion, between beauty and ugliness, between fear and relief, between life and death.
One summer when I was a university student, I saw pigeons cannibalise another pigeon in a small driveway as I was commuting by bicycle. These universal symbols of peace, eating a weaker one of them that could barely move. There was a sense of intensity between the society I live in that regards doves as a symbol of peace and the pigeons’ society as they view it from their side.
For a few minutes I was suspended there in a deep breath, in the “world in-between”. The surrounding concrete walls, the cars passing by… and over my head the wide clear blue sky… It made me feel dizzy. And even now, this dizziness blurs the line between the society that spreads in front of me and my thoughts. With this mode of expression I call the world in between, this goal of my art work to keep confusing my contemporaries with this dizziness, it feels like it is my only tool to connect with society.