My solo exhibition ’The Garden of Gardens, Volume II’ has its origin in how I imagined The Hanging Gardens, one of the seventh wonders of ancient times, the first time I heard of them. There were no limits, instead I saw flowers and plants swaying in the air from above. There were almost no constructions and no room for logic, but a space for being, playing and breathing spread out around me.

For me it is not important whether they were in Semirami or Ninive or who they were built by. It is more intriguing if they existed or are solely a tale. Both alternatives are alluring.

When I paint and draw and make paper, I try to preserve important memory fragments. At times, I let the plants move around in disorder, at other times I try to keep them still, but is it possible to completely recall a memory and is it even essential?