About Me

Let me say that...

Something was bubbling inside me, still, something like a word, a character, a word, something incomprehensible, that I started to paint, but it was not enough, to make but khuvob, as if it was spinning inside me from something I don't know what it is. It was read by making a statue. Sculpting is a life for me, like the Indian woman who suddenly gets up and paints her horse, or the lonely woman in the cave who suddenly gets up and with her hands on the wall depicts the stories that the men told by the fire last night after coming from the hunt. they did.

If I didn't have this feeling in my head, I wouldn't paint or make sculptures, maybe I would just stare at nature. I am writing this as I have circled the sun fifty times.