Facesless
He is a faceless individual—solitary, and devoid even of a self. All the characters in this collection are, in fact, a single faceless entity; everything you see is simply him, and all the outward appearances are merely prosthetics used to escape one's own self. His face possesses neither internal nor external coherence. What you see is a mind lost amidst its own disintegration, having consigned everything to oblivion. He will discover his true face only when he fully embraces who he is—flaws, shortcomings, and all. On that day, his beautiful mind and his true face will finally meet.
Bearded Man
Coming Soon
The full story of Bearded Man will be revealed soon.
Rooted Faces
The "Rooted Faces" collection is a visual and conceptual exploration of the oneness of the human form with primitive nature. In these works, the boundary between flesh, skin, and bone is intertwined with twisted roots, weathered wood, and botanical fibers. Each portrait is a texture-rich sculpture that tells a story of the origin of creation, the passage of time, and the earth's memories. The contrast between the softness of natural fibers and the hardness of industrial and cybernetic elements (such as hats or camera lenses) portrays modern man in the clash between tradition and modernity. This collection is an invitation to return to our roots and discover beauty in the unadorned purity and authenticity of raw materials.
And now, listen to the story of Rooted Faces
The world had been destroyed by the King of Shadows. The earth was sinking into absolute darkness, and every race stood on the brink of extinction. (The human race did not exist at all.)
The Shadows fed on blood. Their nightly feasts were spent drinking the blood of every living creature they could find. Everything was coming to an end…
Until, in the heart of that absolute darkness, a meteorite struck the earth with a strange light. From the molten core of the impact, a luminous blue liquid flowed out, seeping deep into the thirsty soil and the dried, burnt roots of trees and plants.
The dark Mawaran were sent by the King of Shadows to the site of the impact, searching for the source of the light. But they found nothing.
Days passed. Then, suddenly, from the heart of the darkness, a strange being emerged from among the roots.
(The camera rises slowly from a burnt tree, climbing its blackened branches… a single bud forms, then opens.)
Strange whispers began to spread across the land: trees were budding again in the dry, scorched regions. The mountain slopes were being covered with beautiful flowers and glowing grass.
And those whispers finally reached the ears of the King of Shadows…
