Nebula

“Nebula” emerged during the 2020 war and the long echoing aftermath that followed. The first two works — “What Has a Beginning Also Has an End” and “Dawn, Gunshots, Sunset” — reflect the dual experience of war:
the relentless motion of those on the front line, and the suspended waiting of those left behind, counting days, searching for signs of an approaching end.

As the war progressed, a new phenomenon took shape — a state of uncertainty that I relate to a cosmic fog: a nebula. It was not only the weather that turned foggy; people did too — their thoughts, their conversations, the very notion of future became clouded. Reality and uncertainty began constantly to exchange places.

The series culminates in “Incomplete Spring”.
A season meant to symbolize rebirth remains unfinished — because not everyone returns to witness it. The colors carry the weight of loss and the haze of memory that refuses to clear.

In this series, the cosmic scale intersects with the most intimate kind of pain.
The fog becomes a symbol of loss, waiting, and words forever left unsaid.