“Sic transit gloria mundi” is a Latin phrase that means “Thus passes the worldly glory.” In idiomatic contexts, the phrase has been used to mean “fame is fleeting”.
A ghost town, about to disappear into thin air – as a symbol of civilisation. A symbol of “gloria mundi.” Civilisations develop, create majestic buildings and monuments, establish rules and derive principles, glorify honour, glory, battles and victories. But as their time goes by, they become mirages. Only the sea surf and the cries of birds flying over the horizon remain.

This is the painting made as a reflection on the beginning of life. There is a primal energy, depicted here as an egg, in which something indistinct is swirling, ready to take any form. The life-creating energy (nature, force) is represented here symbolically by the orange figure of a dancing woman. She begins her dance, and lightning flashes, thunder rumbles. Infused with this dance, this power, sprouts begin to grow in all directions. They grow stronger, produce more and more leaves, prepare to become grass and trees and all forms of life.

This man has a dream; a burning desire to fly. He researched everything about birds that he could find, both in the realms of science, aesthetics, spirituality, superstition and myth. He has put megaliths, pyramids, aqueducts behind him, amongst everything that symbolises comprehension of past experiences. Now he’s standing at the edge of a cliff, deciding – is he really sure of his knowledge? Is he sure enough to jump?

This picture is, rather, an attempt to catch a special emotional feeling, an idea to capture the moment when we look at the manifestations of nature, its calm and joyful manifestation, and our face is blown by a warm wind. And we feel the joy, lightness and freedom emanating from the nature and its flowers. This is a reflection on how it was possible to preserve this feeling, as if it is possible to put it in some kind of vessel, an aquarium, and experience it again and again.

This painting is about thinking. The thoughts that arise in the mind are drawn in the shape of stones. Sometimes they seem heavy, sometimes they form bizarre chains. They intersect, intertwine, become weightless. They form intricate staircases that lead upwards. They seem motionless and moving in space at the same time.
This evoked an association with Japanese gardens. Calm reflection and ordering of one’s thoughts. Thoughts are like a garden. The roots of the blooming Sakura tree ? the face ? connect what’s below with what’s above. Magical birds have inhabited this garden and are now observing.

This painting symbolically depicts a fountain in a wild forest. The souls of people in the natural world, their life paths. The souls of people are like drops of a fountain, they soar up and scatter in drops into the forest, so that they can soar up again.