I have very deep memory in my heart about oil painting. It feels like home or true love to me. Whatever happens, how long I leave behind to do other things, I can always go back to be with it. My oil paintings are not modern as matter of material and technique, there is nothing new about it. They are just like who I am. I have thought many times that this spacious illusion I have between myself and oil painting process is related with true life purpose, only problem is.. I've been keep slipped away from it way too often. I still say that this is one of the best connections I ever have.
House of Mind 1
These paintings were made when I was aware that understanding started in deeper place in me when I look inside. Red dress is my passionate mind wanting to know more about myself. The Elephant is for gravity which represents sincere attitude. This mind leads me into the path of meditation..
There are so many invisible things around us. It is possible that space is not a space at all. Full of things we can not see... We are totally blind because we have physical eyes. They are quite limited. Have you imagine the eyes of soul?
House of Mind 2
When the prospect or point of view changes, everything change and nothing really change. I thought about the soil as all thousands composted death bodies from fresh blood to ashes. There our body needs the food from, as if something totally fresh and new. If we talk about body itself we are just the process of nature.
I think about how we've been connected with unseen things and how we've interacted with them since the moment we were born or even before. It is not a belief, it is quite clear to me.
House of Mind 3
This was the first painting about this series. At that time I was looking at scars and hypocritical side of my mind. I needed a warm white bear to heal my cold and brutal side of mind. It immerses in me. Through this process I understand that how kind person I should be. It was in there but hard to keep closer to it.
This is one of falling series. Animals and fish were presented beside falling humans. Breathing in deep troubles is always difficult but there is always something beautiful about it at the same time.