“The Cockroach Effect” is an artistic project about the inertia of reality and the powerlessness of intention. In contrast to the butterfly effect, where every small action changes the course of events, this project proposes the opposite idea: most gestures, decisions, and inner ruptures are absorbed by the world without a trace. Reality is impervious to intention—it does not respond, remember, or alter its trajectory. Here, the cockroach is not merely an image of survival or something aesthetically repellent, but a metaphor for what remains after catastrophe—not despite it, but because, in essence, the catastrophe has changed nothing.
To live more within the space of one’s own thoughts than in what is commonly called reality is not an escape, but a strategy born of necessity. When the external world functions as a system of immense inertia, where even a step that appears life-changing leaves no trace, the inner world becomes the only place where something still happens.
Visually, this idea is expressed through the layering of works and images created over different years onto photographs of places that were once significant: the erosion of meaning, the cyclical nature of return, and the recurring alter-ego figure present on every canvas. It bears witness to the way that, after every catastrophe, we inevitably find ourselves back where we began.

«The Feast» is a project born from reflections on the cyclical nature of life and the impossibility of changing its inevitable patterns. It is a materialization of my inner experience and an attempt to gain control over my own reality. I redirected the feelings that had brought me confusion and helplessness into my work, ultimately determining its outcome, form, and scale. By transforming these images,
I try to find liberation within them.
The works are visualized images of my thoughts and emotions from different times, places, and events. Within the project, the feast symbolizes the moment when they come together and are recognized within my inner self. A feast is a universal and unconditional act of communion, allowing disconnected entities to coexist within a single chronotope—as in the sacred Last Supper or in hostile gatherings around a table with drunken relatives.
In this project, the sharp fragments of my self have gathered at one table, so that in the next cycle of my life they may either unite, forming a strange yet harmonious stained-glass composition, or continue to wound me with their sharp edges, each one struggling to find its place.

The Homo lapsus project is a reflection on human survival in a world overwhelmed
by information, where every day we are confronted with an endless flow of data.
A multitude of opinions, thoughts, and images generates an entire spectrum of emotions—from tears of joy to fear and disgust—leaving us in a constant struggle
for attention and certainty.
In a world where every opinion seems to matter and another person’s perspective
can become more significant than one’s own, I began to notice my identity gradually falling apart. Trying to find what is “right” within the informational noise, I lose myself, becoming dependent on external approval.
This transforms me not into a whole human being, but into a distorted subspecies:
a person who keeps slipping away, losing connection with the self while searching
for something that may never be found.