Since 2010, I have witnessed the value of art derived from daily affairs. The start of the value came from the death of my acquaintance. The dead body of him changes my life as well as my value of art, and this issue makes me consider art. During this context, I constantly ask myself, “What is art?” and “What do we exist for?” I am destined to exempt others from pain like mine. After my …
Since 2010, I have witnessed the value of art derived from daily affairs. The start of the value came from the death of my acquaintance. The dead body of him changes my life as well as my value of art, and this issue makes me consider art. During this context, I constantly ask myself, “What is art?” and “What do we exist for?” I am destined to exempt others from pain like mine. After my acquaintance's death, through this process of my thoughts, my paintings are getting heavy and faceless silence wound me and left a deep scar. Others hurt are heavy and full of heavy forms. Their lives are …
