The story of entangled moments in which the stone expands, is eaten away, opens up, welcomes decay, rusts, dies, and kills. “Blue” suits the text, colors the margin. The margin rusts. As though a coffin freezes in a grave. To keep on living in another form and place. The dunes stretch and contract. They flow like water in the veins of time. The windows, the doors, the shut pores. Time has stopped. Time has died. In the vein of water and after the wind. There is no soul in the houses and behind the pores, but a single human drowning. Not struggling, not visible, not hidden either. Exists in the void. Fades away in existence. Lies on the water, as though the water pushes him away and rejects his presence in its blue essence. One would imagine an entanglement of two voids. A division. A decomposition. Oh, that the story of life is like a labyrinth in which humans are an everchanging object. With an end unwritten in time and place. Engraved, flowing, like the flow of stone in water.
The current collection includes twenty-one paintings in experiencing a different form and content. The presence of repeated elements in the paintings that appear in a transformed body, give the collection a non-linear narrative, without making the plot and rhythm lost and unclear.
The painter embarks on a long journey in time and place and returns weary. The blue dots stick with him. The constant whispers are tuned in his body. The blue whispers, the silent whispers of the stone in water.