If music and mathematics were brothers and wind and noise were relatives, we were the relative of everything. In my each painting I am in search of questioning the relationships among the branches of the whole family tree of entity by traveling among them. As if the thoughts in my mind were chasing the words. Painting a naturemort flower or landscape is not a break in a process but just another way of expressing. The instrumentalist is accompanying the rhythm of the music while I am painting. I hear the heart beating of the fighters when I am drawing them. As for painting landscape, I can listen to the screams of the roofs against the blowing of the wind.