A floating assembly of nails, pulsating with life, yearning towards rustiness but carelessly as time is relative,….the space is now, all the constructs that ever were and ever will be can be found in 4th incomprehensible dimension. Machine chooses, selects a few then molds them with the pliers. Illuvarius is cutting the space with the nets and we only see it as two dimensional but in fact the mix is much more prevailing. artinstallation

Classical pianist by accident, thinker by choosing, artist by destiny