“About the Expiration Date” I often do not limit my Painting to a specific 'this range' or 'that collection'. Painting for me is a journey in search of an expressive form, or rather, finding a form that has the ability to reveal the present situation. I don't know wether or not the form even has the capacity and possibility to mock such a severity. does it? But the "expiration date" for me is like a passage that simultaneously instills a fear of repeating failure and a hazy hope for its end; a form that reveals the inevitable fall of this blind and old repetition, and I constantly think about that moment, smile, gravitate towards such a form and endure the moments with this trick.