Somewhere amidst cloud and fog

We encounter fragments in space—moments where elements resist merging, where time slips away. This work stages an interaction between estrangement and environment, both unreachable, often hidden behind things or buried within our own perception. A collapsed body appears within the skeleton of a ruined structure—between solidity and simulation. The architecture answers to the form, the form to the space. A choreography of broken anatomy, paused in a suspended, uncertain world.

A fragmented, organic body form is situated within a decaying architectural space — caught between presence and absence, memory and matter. The installation merges 3D intervention with documentary photography, suggesting a delicate dialogue between body and place.

Hot sun in Gelatin

Human is a marvelous kind of madness, which is in the confrontation with being and not-being. Regarding his quiddity, human deeply suffers from being alive. On the one hand, human attempts to obtain eternal survival and on the other attacks him/herself and unintentionally strives to destroy him/herself and even the others. Body is like a strange piece of history and stores the memories which history has imposed upon that, but then entwists the timeless and siteless chains of the delusional bodily masses. Skin is a geographical arena that absorbs, saves and transfers pain.
Skin is a vast arena made of humans, and thus human is as melancholy, and melancholy is as an everlasting pain on each sensor of the skin. Flesh, veins, and lipids, and the sensors of the body try like a system to unite it with a profound being.