Melancholic Macarena, Cry the Sea, 2020

beads, fabric, 40 x 29 cm

Often when we are overwhelmed by great grief and our soul is torn into a million pieces, the only way to relieve tension is to cry. Sometimes crying turns into lamenting and tears like blue seeds seep into the black soil. This soil slowly becomes a summoned ocean. Something does not allow us to stop crying. Sometimes it is love and sometimes it is our inner demons. Our tears are incalculable just as it is impossible to see the other side of the ocean. In my artistic process, beads have become synonymous with these millions of tears. Their delicacy resembles the impermanence of tears. Thanks to the beads, I was able to create delicate compositions that emphasize the idea of the work - beauty enchanted in fragility.