House in the Wind

As an artist, my studio has no walls, no roof, and no borders. My artworks feel incomplete without nature, which has always been my most essential collaborator. I cannot bring nature into a confined space, so I bring my art to nature — my true partner.

When most people think of nature, they imagine forests, jungles, or green fields — places where they can rest in the shade of trees and listen to birdsong. For me, the desert is the purest place to speak with nature’s soul. There are no birds to listen to, but the wind plays a symphony, and the vast silence becomes a canvas for thought. I often go there alone, to sit and have long conversations with the land.

In my desert studio, the ceiling is the sky, the walls are horizons, and the door is open to everyone in the world. My drawers hold not fabric but clouds; my gramophone spins mirrored vinyl, producing no music but reflecting the heavens while the wind supplies the sound. A dry tree is given new life with a carpet — a symbol of paradise. My cage holds no bird, only a piece of the sky, its door forever open. A howz brings water to the desert, reflecting the blue above me.

Here, between earth and sky, I work in a space that belongs entirely to nature, yet is open to all who wish to enter.

Producer: Nikon & BMW Mini