Some parts of ourselves refuse to live in language. They become places, objects & recurring dreams. quiet symbols drifting through an inner world, waiting to be recognized rather than explained. - Pencil on carboard / 17.22 cm - Matak / Jun 2026 ____________________________ Artifacts: The window is not an opening to the outside world. It is a reminder that every landscape we see passes through an interior sky first. The fish drifts through the air as if it belongs there. A visitor from another logic, carrying the feeling that some memories survive only when removed from their natural habitat. A small floating island suspended between root and flight. A place where growth exists without certainty, held together by memory rather than gravity. The pomegranate appears as a quiet symbol of inner abundance. A fragile universe hidden beneath a simple skin. The child on the swing moves without arriving. Caught between past and future, repeating the gentle rhythm of becoming. The vase watches. An object transformed into a witness, suggesting that memory does not only belong to people. Sometimes places and things remember us too. The mirror reflects the sky instead of a face. Not a tool for recognition, but a passage toward possibility. The house stands as a small architecture of longing. A familiar shelter reconstructed from fragments of dreams.