Somewhere Between Fear and Longing,

going back to a moment from my time as a student in mathematics.
A few words, a whole sentence, or multiple pages lie before me. I recognize the letters, but I understand nothing of what they say. It seems elusive and overwhelmingly vast—I will never master it. For hours, I sit with a cup of tea, studying the words. The words remain the same, fixed on the paper, yet during these hours, an incredible amount of movement takes place.

It is a whirlwind of thoughts (feelings)—fast and slow, getting stuck and hoping. Now, it’s about the moment just before I understand. A hesitation—wanting to grasp it but letting it slip just between my fingers. The feeling that you have words, opinions, and full sentences, but as soon as you begin to articulate them, the sentence remains unfinished, and the opinion never becomes concrete. A wondrous and moving feeling—a moment that is my work.

A work that explores how to create the right atmosphere and rhythm so that the audience is held while also letting go. My work seeks to be an interruption in the continuity of daily life. By this, I hope the work offers a possibility of seeing anew, perceivig again.

It is not just about ambiguity or confusion, but about gaining a new perspective within familiar frameworks. The shortest distance between two points is a straight line, but and… or… moreover… however… yet… Here, on Earth, this straight line is a curved line.
This shift in perspective, which cannot be translated into mere conjunctions, is what I would like to translate into art. My work is but-and-or-moreover-however-yet—passions for thinking, uncertainty, and fear unfolding.