The beginning of this collection dates back to the year 1399(2020-2021), with my focus on the concept of ‘pressure.’ I was going through a difficult period, so challenging that it felt as if I had been imprisoned within a cell of my own body. I was experiencing something that many of ‘us’ had experienced before ‘me.’ The experience of ‘pain’ consumes us; It pressed us so hard that nowhere was safe, and the body carried an excessive burden that shifted in vain, bearing the vessel of endless suffering.
I found wood. The innocent wood, and how it compacts under the pressure of the printing press, resists. I and it engaged in an ongoing, wordless dialogue. The wood led me to the branches, to the young and bloodless stems nurtured by sharp blades, to the faint blood of innocent barberries on the whiteness and darkness of the paper.
I was the lonely tree, its stem, its thorn, and its flower, and the blood that remained on the printed paper. I was everything; I shattered the cell and set myself free.”