This drop was created to get closer to the dream.

Sea Soul

In pursuit of uniqueness, people become the same as everyone else.

Orchid

And only the wind could touch her body, as if reminding her of the freedom that had always lived in her soul, invisible and untamed, like the breath of nature itself.

WIND

Consciousness consists of multiple layers of perception, each enclosed within its own frame — a distinct boundary between the inner world and external reality. These frames are like windows through which we view the world: some are clear and transparent, allowing us to see everything clearly, while others are distorted, fogged, or completely shut. None of these frames appear by chance — they are shaped by our experiences, beliefs, fears, and desires, and can change over time, expanding or narrowing.

The most significant moment begins when a person becomes aware of these frames. At that point, the possibility of breaking beyond them opens up, overcoming limitations that once seemed unshakable. The painting **"Mind in Frames"** symbolizes this process — the drive to dismantle internal barriers and attain a more complete, liberated perception of oneself and the world.

Mind in Frames

Consciousness consists of multiple layers of perception, each enclosed within its own frame — a distinct boundary between the inner world and external reality. These frames are like windows through which we view the world: some are clear and transparent, allowing us to see everything clearly, while others are distorted, fogged, or completely shut. None of these frames appear by chance — they are shaped by our experiences, beliefs, fears, and desires, and can change over time, expanding or narrowing.

The most significant moment begins when a person becomes aware of these frames. At that point, the possibility of breaking beyond them opens up, overcoming limitations that once seemed unshakable. The painting "Mind in Frames" symbolizes this process — the drive to dismantle internal barriers and attain a more complete, liberated perception of oneself and the world.

Our life is unique in its own way, it is like the Milky Way with many bright and extinct stars.

Milky Way 

I speak to you in the language of art

She was like sand—you could drown in her, trying to hold on, but the tighter you grasped, the faster she slipped through your fingers, leaving only emptiness behind.

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