Being in the studio is a pleasure but the process is not that simple.

I am in my studio every day from morning till night and it is one of the greatest pleasures to have a studio but the process I go though in confinement is not always so simple.

Today, it’s the fifth day that I am trying to connect with the white canvas in front of me. There’s so much in the head but every time I go close, the noise becomes so loud that instead of deafening me, it blinds me.

There’s too much.

Every white surface I am touching in my studio is having the application of jet black pigment on it. Layers and layers. And that is true that most of my paintings start on black surface but sometimes I feel like that my brain forgets all languages and it’s just black dots.

Before I allow my emotions to speak on my canvas, I dance for hours in my studio. I drink a bucket full of black coffee. I meditate for hours. I separate the visions in my mind and place them individually on different surfaces in a nonverbal language. I go through pain.

Why I see two dimensions at the same time?

Why do these two completely contrasting worlds are in my view simultaneously all day long?

Is there a way to pause one and let one play only?

What are these two worlds? Who are these people? Where are they? What’s that noise?

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