This text is not intended to offer a definitive perspective on these works and may even lead you further astray. It could be viewed as an explanation from a painter who regards himself as an observer of his own creations, believing that these works arise from moments when one stands on the edge of things. These are moments of twilight—between seeing and not seeing, thinking and not thinking, smiling and not smiling. Like those times when a person, staring at a single point, becomes absorbed in something until the surroundings begin to blur, and sounds stretch and fade. It is reminiscent of a dream whose beginning is never remembered. And then, with a sudden sound from that intricate labyrinth, one wakes up.