When I’d see strangers on busy streets, an overwhelming curiosity made me ask myself what their lives might be. I’d wonder what they do, where they’re from, who they are, what they are thinking about at that moment, and what their story might be. These frames depict strangers being connected by strokes of black paint. The strokes represent their thoughts, their state of mind. 


Who are they?

A book has been placed inside the pyramid for the observer to look into the mirror and write about who they are. Or whatever it is that they are thinking. 


You are the author. If you wish to copy, its right in front of you. You may copy. 

Human existence is a blinking of an eye, in the drama of cosmic time. This artwork compels the observer to move the pendulum and think about ‘time’.  Eventually the pendulum stops and we come to realise the fragility of human condition against death. 


Time (the minute you push the pendulum,your time begins)

You and I are specks of dust - This painting depicts the obscurity of our existence in the vastness of the cosmos. Every time I would glance at the night sky, I’d be humbled by the immensity of the universe. Earth resembles a dot in the vast cosmic arena. My town is a dot on Earth. I am one of millions living in my town. You and I are merely specks of dust. 
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Cosmos ,You and I are specks of dust 

Yes, there is darkness encircling me. There is an abundance of struggle, pain, and suffering. Even if I am a speck of dust, I can still be powerful. 


Who is more powerful? 

These paintings are abstractions that lead you into a journey to understand the reality. The mirror is the path. 

I think I see the reality 

You must enter 

I am lost

I have collected obituaries from daily local newspapers and plastered them on a frame. I blackened all the faces and let the rest be colourful. Looking at these obituaries, I wonder if this is the end. 

Is this the end my friend?

Man is what he conceives himself to be. Therefore man is responsible. Man is not only responsible for his own individuality, but also responsible for all men. Man would make several decisions and revisions in a minute and create time, space and situation. His actions are connected with actions of all men. These decisions create a constant struggle between joy and sorrow, ups and downs, and good and bad. Therefore god is not Responsible. 

Prayers for Who?, Prayers to Whom? If God exists, He is not responsible. 


The Replica is a triptych of paintings that depict a triangle. The triangle represents reality, meditation, and the universe. Depending on where you look, a triangle can have different meanings. When looking up it represents stability and power. When pointing down they become unstable. When looking up, it becomes a masculine shape. When looking down it represents femininity. Spiritually, it represents the union of mind, body and spirit. The Replica is primarily you, me and the whole universe. 

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