Expressionism is my way to show the world as I see it.

Since I was young, I looked at the world differently from my friends. I saw a strange world, wondering why the other people did not see it like me. The world I saw was unjust and made of unhappiness. Looking profoundly at the people’s faces, I found them very expressive and I was stroked by their strange traits. I have never seen beautiful or ugly faces but only very expressive ones. Then, I began to paint these faces and I met my future love – Expressionism. At that time, I discovered and understood that the expressionist painting could express the life as I see it.
I applied my Expressionism without making any concession to the beautiful or decorative painting. I applied it with force and sometimes with despair. However, when finishing a painting I felt released. I felt as if all my pain and troubles came out of my life. The dramatic motifs I found in everyday life created insurmountable interrogations and tensions. I became calm, but when I looked at my painting, I saw there fear, sorrow and I understood that my Expressionism saved me. Some people told me that when looking at my painting, they could not remain indifferent, my painting making them think and react, which is the most important thing for a Man – not to remain indifferent. Some of these peoples accompanied me on the routes of my self-knowledge and my complicated existence. Expressionism made me think at the sad everyday world. I saw the diseases of our century and I entered the social zone, at the same time suggesting things about the universe beside me. This is such an intricate, marvellous and sometimes terrifying universe.
Then, I understood that my life and the life of those who like my Expressionism were thankful to the expressionist world.