Life, in its heightened incoherence, is a pattern of symbiotic twining round and creeping into the other. The other is all that is seen through your mind’s eye —all that is outside you in this world—  the intricate recognition of the other out of you which is still inseparable from you and you from it. It is the agony of discovering the dark abysses and crystal knots of the existence that seems unbelievable and is in a search for certainty. To pass it by, you have to dissect it first. Sometimes, when everywhere is bleak you grope for the world, and sometimes when everywhere is congenial you fumble with your eyes closed; you won’t believe the other/non-self unless you touch it.
The following paintings are a collection of naturalistic rhizome shapes with their branches and roots forming interlaced bodies and have been already a part of mandrake myth in their embryo. These presented small frames stemmed from a closer look at all those knots, slits, grazes and sloughings in this process of form discovery. What you see of the body here are abstruse forms based on the conventional concept of “body” which is the life itself at its apex of obscurity; sometimes we feel that we know it, sometimes we have to touch it to know it.