Some people know (but mostly – not), what happens underground or in the depths of a mountain. For instance, underneath a lush chunk of forest there might flow a subterranean river as a underwater channel between two lakes. Fish can use it to travel to some secluded nooks. Dive deep in their home lake surrounded by meadows with mountain goats and swim through a dark little undulating tunnel which ends in a forest lake or even in some sort of secretly hidden oasis between ridges looking like a plain mountain from the outside, but tucking away a meadow inside it. Like a tooth that seems externally healthy but hides nothing but decay within.

Most likely, these kind of things never existed, but I would love for at least this one instance to be real:  a creek flowing down the mountain plunges deep into its depths and travels to the lake in small streams. This lake has an underground river leading to a smaller lake lying below and runs further to a second, very deep one.

70x89x2 cm

acrylic, spray paint, graphite, markers, wooden shapes, textile, lacquer on paper

2 cm white wooden frame

This piece is both a poetic and visual meditation on the human body, time, and cyclical transformation. It merges drawing and form into a unified, tactile narrative.

Created with paint, graphite, pencil on paper its surface is further enriched by raised plywood shapes covered in textile. Some of these elements extend beyond the boundaries of the white frame, disrupting its rectangular order. The physical texture resembles a body that absorbs, sweats, melts, moistens, or evaporates. These sculptural additions not only expand the visual field but become metaphors themselves. Here, fluids are understood not only in a literal sense, but emotionally as well.

A text fragment runs through the composition, speaking about how body, nature, and emotions intertwine: the thaw of spring, the sweat of summer, the sniffles of autumn, and the longing of winter. These are experiences not only processed through thought, but felt through skin, eyes, lips. The words are not separate from the visual – they unfold together with the materials, as part of a shared human condition. The artwork’s physicality reminds us that our feelings are also matter: drops, tears, sweat, saliva, blood.

in spring, the ice melts
waters rush away
in summer, rivers shrink
patience thins
cheeks burn
teeth grind

in autumn, the nose runs
eyes go red again
a maiden marries
and leaves for a far, warm land
in winter, hot wine
held close to trembling lips

you run, human, run
like a hamster in its wheel
strength drains drop by drop
and every evening, you embrace
the damp corner of the blanket
and whisper your prayer to god

71 x 89 cm