Since my childhood I remember walking around construction sites with my father, Skeletons of future buildings to be for someone's home. Well drawn drawings, scribbled by my father with signed graphite On the bare cement and deafening noise.
The materials I create with are the materials of a physical and mental, journey I carry them on my shoulders from place to place. The weight is heavy and present, Searching for the materials and carrying them from place to place is work In itself for me. a Sisyphean work equivalent to a search for identity , as a person longed to settle down The longing for security, for home In most of my works, the objects I create are not planned My works are the result of a living and changing dialogue in front of the logic within the logic The space allows me a place to play with the silent disappearing while assembling and disassembling , an attempt to create harmony between the permanent and domestic gap and the sense of transience Despite the use of materials that are supposed to give a sense of stability Materials that should potentially provide roof beams .but do not provide a guarantee of security That is why in my works there are objects that seem apparently stable "But they are exposed to changes" and dangers ​