Story of my lines
I began drawing at the age of nine, and from the very beginning, lines became my language. Expressing and playing with them was not only a way to create images, but also a way to think, to communicate, and to explore the hidden layers of existence.
Over time, this fascination with lines transformed into the foundation of my current practice: Scratch. Each vision is carved into clayboard with nothing more than a single blade, line by line, stroke by stroke. In this process, the line is no longer just drawn—it is cut, etched, and revealed.
Scratch:
The most unforgiving
Unlike painting or drawing, where marks can be layered, adjusted, or erased, Scratch offers no forgiveness. It is a process of removal rather than addition—an excavation into darkness to uncover light. Each movement of the blade carries a permanent consequence; every gesture is final, every cut irreversible. This uncompromising nature demands precision, discipline, and surrender, forcing me to exist fully in the moment of creation. What emerges from this struggle are forms that feel unearthed rather than invented, as if they had always been buried beneath the surface, waiting for the blade to set them free.
