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In my artistic practice, I conceptualize consciousness as an infinite, empty space – a reverberating void interspersed with small, concealed places. These places resemble fragments of memory, distant from one another yet inexplicably connected, potentially through an endless network of conduits. In this space, neither direction nor time adhere to any logical structure; it is a surreal environment that encapsulates a particular emotional state.

One might envision this space as an endless house filled with rooms. Some rooms are narrow and labyrinthine, while others are vast halls with soaring ceilings. It is a space one enters when absorbed in thought – whether in search of a memory or in the process of solving complex problems. It is also from here that the inner voice emerges when we most need it, although it may, at times, murmur incessantly when we would prefer silence.