Where the inner and external world meet, the objects alter their sense, perceiving new role-plays. The rule of contradiction is being violated, and things seem to be what they are not, or they don?t look as they are. My art practice is consisted of self-visions and is often expressed through the eternal human questions: ? Who am I? How am I specified? What terms specify my conducts? What parts of myself are really mine? Whose are the pieces I?m condemned to carry around? What happens if a symbiosis emerges inside me, out of partial fractures from the past and crosses others have loaded me with? How do I transubstantiate that cross burden?? My ?Secret Gardens? are settings of the symbiosis one buries inside him, carried around everywhere eternally.