Mixed Media Collage with Rice Papers, 24”(H) x 48”(W), diptych

I have set in front of the canvas every day, even if only for a moment - speaking to it, sharing thoughts, and quietly laying down fragments of paper along with my inner stories. Today, that long conversation comes to a close. Thought there is still more left unsaid, I am grateful for the time spent with fragments of time and color.

No one asks me what my dream is, but even at my age, I still have one. On this day of a fierce snowstorm, I finally send the dream of mine up into the sky. As I do, I hope that for the rest of my life even the smallest happiness will stay by my side each and every day… and that the world may grow clear and pure, like a white moon.

Mixed Media Collage with Rice Papers, 24” (H) x 24” (W)

Beneath the quiet glow of the white moon, fragments of memory drift and gather. This work traces the invisible threads between past and present - where emotions linger, soften, and settle into a quiet landscape of reflection.

In this piece, memory is not fixed. It moves, reshapes, and breathes - like light across the surface of the moon.

36”(W) x 24”(H), Mixed Media Collage on Canvas

I kept thinking that memories never return as complete images. They always arrive in fragments—a certain texture, a faint light, or the outline of a structure that no longer exists in reality but still remains somewhere inside me.

Time slowly blurs the boundaries between events. Now, I can no longer recall a specific year or a particular moment in isolation. What outlives the facts is nothing but emotion.

Maybe this painting is another form of a diary. A diary that does not rely on language. A record that leaves behind an atmosphere, instead of explaining what was there.

Strangely, the realization that I did not need to make the memory complete brought me a sense of consolation.