Salamisim began not with an image, but with a word that lingered. This entry traces the quiet unfolding of a fragmented painting series shaped by reflection, poetry, and the moments that return until they find a place on the canvas.

My eyes have shaped my process since childhood — seeing only what’s close, nearly blind at night. Between 3 and 5 a.m., when the world is quiet, ideas arrive briefly, and I follow them before they fade.

On feeling misunderstood, staying curious, and letting the space between intention and response become a quiet conversation.

A reflection on why removing, simplifying, and stripping back — in life and in painting — brings me closer to what feels true.