I wanted to say something about imperishable and elusive beauty, about midday sun reflected on the body, about the mystery of the shell repeating the shape of the ear, about love, but the dramatic events that have taken place this year made people including me start talking about personal space in the realities of this time.

These spaces are full of signs, symbols, ornaments (Oyu), the meanings of which we cannot read, we can only vaguely guess. Our consciousness simplifies it and making it into the set of simple cliches. Flickering images, whether it be a computer screen or a TV screen, have turned the whole world into a kaleidoscope spinning with incredible speed, and it is almost impossible to see something. Simplification and stamping lead to the collapse of meanings. So Van Gogh's ear becomes a souvenir, a gun becomes a funny toy. All events outside and inside become an ornament that surrounds you like wallcoverings in everyday life, you get used to them, you stop noticing them until reality comes very close - right up to your “body”!