What is art for me

 

For me, art is not just a craft –

it is a living mirror of the invisible.

It addresses concepts and realities,

dismantles them, questions them, unsettles them.

It is not there to please –

and yet it has the potential

to touch, to transform, to uplift in a quiet way.

 

The artist is a seismograph of his time.

If the world is disturbing, art must also be disturbing.

Not out of arbitrariness, but out of truthfulness.

 

My art is a call for lost romanticism,

for a divine harmony of image, sound and color.

I long for harmony,

who does not call out loudly, but shines in silence.

 

I try to weave elements –

To immerse sound in color, to make color audible,

to put a feeling into words,

to let a room speak through silence.

 

The artist is connected to the creator.

The muse – not possession, but appearance –

is his goddess, his delicate lightning, his inner fire.

He wanders between the worlds,

does not touch her, but sees her clearly.

 

From chaos he forms a new cosmos –

a world that not only reflects,

but also reveals, heals,

and allows him to recognize himself in the act of creation.