I don’t know whether these works are images of despair or hope? Fear of falling in the darkness or courage of confronting with it? Distress of getting lost or ardor of finding?

A beaming light has taken us to darkness at times and at other times, murkiness has led us to the truth.

We are endeavoring to come or go in the midst of such situation. We look for the light and find it dying out in a pale, strong and decisive, illusional or real manner, constantly in the midst of darkness.