Nothing is lost, nothing is created, everything is transformed.

In my artistic practice, I've always been drawn to intimate subjects: the innocence of friendship, the loneliness of aging, the warmth of family ties and the tenderness of love stories. Moments drawn from personal experiences that I have lived, dreamed of living, sought to escape or wished to preserve. In many ways, these works were fragments of my soul - a gentle reminder of the vulnerability and fragility of our human nature. But after the events of recent years and their aftermath, the bubble I'd been living in burst. I realized that the world doesn't revolve around me; it's me who gravitates within it, in search of my center. This change has profoundly transformed my artistic practice. Instead of seeking to capture fleeting emotions, my work began to tell stories - where the personal and the political intersect, where trauma and collective struggle shape the human experience. Humanity's darkest forces - its fears, violence and hypocrisies - came to the fore. A new artistic language is born. After all, a simple story can erase a civilization - or give life to a new one.