At certain hours of the day the country side is black with sunlight (Albert Camus), 2026

In this series of works, I dwell in the abyss, searching for living waters.
I feel it is no longer possible to soften the world for the eyes of the beholder, nor for my own.
I turned to the most sacred place of the human - its abyss.
And from there I carved light out of the layers of charcoal,
drawing the primal from hidden memory.

"I form the light, and create darkness"
(Isaiah 45:7)

Darkness was created, yet light is formed out of it.