Love is one of the main themes of my work and I have been thinking about lovers for years, lovers outside of myths and famous stories. During these years, in the midst of a heap of dust, in the midst of fire, in the distance between earth and sky, there have been people who have passed away without a trace. For me, the problem is simply falling and standing, the vertical arrangement of objects, and all I have found here is to re-establish life, as much as its silence is reminiscent of death.
What emerges in the resurrection for me is reminiscent of the resurrection from the dust I have found in the heart of nature. Like the calm and majestic little plant that grows in the heart of a burnt field. Next to Sina Athar, it is not a mourning for me, it is a memory of a love that is alive and beating in the dust and cold of the walls of an unknown place.