I come from nature, from a nomadic life shaped by movement, silence, and fire. My first school was not built of words but of presence – a deep inner knowledge that human beings belong to the earth, the rhythm, and the countless eyes of the pitch-black sky.
Then came the breakup. I was led into militarism, war, and the world where man learns step by step to live far from his own heart. The outer war also became an inner war, and what is fragmented in man does not leave her life untouched.
There was a point where everything could no longer be carried in the same way. What looked like a breakdown also became an opening. There another path was born – like a new door, a new opportunity to start over. The path of forgiveness, reconciliation, and peace. Not as comfort, but as something that slowly made it possible to go on living in a truer way.
What I bring forth today through inner reconciliation, 3 minutes of peace, and the peace circles grows out of that experience. They are different expressions of the same movement: moving from the fractured toward the whole, from inner war to inner peace, and from there onward toward peace between people.
I often return to the image of the fire. The simple fire where the day's food is cooked, where the light falls upon faces, and where story and silence are allowed to live side by side like gifts. And the great human fire, where our shared destiny still awaits reconciliation. Perhaps that is where my work belongs – in the movement between these two fires.