THE LOST BEAUTY

The artist crafts images as if glimpsed at the boundary between reality and myth, awakening a long-forgotten yet undying breath of light. The pigment, applied dry, does not merely rest upon the paper’s surface; it seems to grow into it—like a natural trace etched in stone, like a voice lost within the whisper of the wind. There are no sharp lines here, no literal forms—only an inner light, always muted yet never extinguished. Each image is like a discovered prayer from an ancient world where Beauty was still Law. Where Beauty is not only outward, but also an inner, spiritual radiance, manifesting itself in nature, in humanity, in actions, even in speech.