When effort, fear and control disappear, movement remains —
dance, flight, impulse, inspiration.
dance, flight, impulse, inspiration.
It does not require will or overcoming.
Vulnerability becomes safe.
Vulnerability becomes safe.
Sometimes someone appears beside you,
looking in the same direction,
and the experience can be shared.
looking in the same direction,
and the experience can be shared.
In recent years I keep asking myself one question: what comes next?
Before everything was clear. There was a path, goals, people next to you, you moved together through important moments. Like a hero story. And then the hero returns home and cannot live the same way anymore. Growing older feels less about age and more about how contact with the world changes. You are still alive, curious, able to love, but no longer with everyone and not at any cost. You begin to look not for communication, but for depth.
Before everything was clear. There was a path, goals, people next to you, you moved together through important moments. Like a hero story. And then the hero returns home and cannot live the same way anymore. Growing older feels less about age and more about how contact with the world changes. You are still alive, curious, able to love, but no longer with everyone and not at any cost. You begin to look not for communication, but for depth.
I watch people now. With some there is attraction, with others interest, with some just calm presence. Sometimes there is an instinctive no without explanation. Often you stand inside a crowd of voices and languages and that loneliness is strangely peaceful. I understand I no longer want experience for the sake of experience. I am looking for contact. Sincerity, spontaneity, boundaries, trust, a real moment. My old paintings had answers. Now they have questions. It feels like standing in space, direction exists but destination does not. The main question appears, can this be shared with someone?
This painting is about that. The wish to be close without losing yourself. A meeting where a shared space appears but both remain whole. I never plan the meaning in advance, first come colors and forms and only later I understand. When you finally see it, it is warm and painful at the same time. You touched something real but do not know if it exists in life. Maybe the question is simple, can you meet someone who looks in the same direction and you feel we move in the same current.
