Nightmare

When I was a child, there was war, there was fear, and death was hitting us on top.

Nightmares began at the time, when T.V broadcast images of the missing person and white noise.

I was feverish, and in my nightmares, a man in black sat in the corner of the room and wanted to count the black holes that multiplied and covered everything. Now the nightmare continues on me and the city, this time we are at war with pollution and cancer. The black masses that cover our lives and multiply on our limbs, and all that remains, the image of the world is stacked with these expanding, black masses.

I get old motorcycle rubber tubes and make a large number of cells that are able to attach to each other by magnetic bids I placed in every cell. I put mirrors to reflect the surrounding environment; this is how I am reacting to this ongoing situation.