THE GREEN RAY

LASER MAPPING

Traveling became a method of encounter. Alongside writing poems, I created live performances in nature at each coast, combining laser mapping with the land, temporarily marking its surface with light. Each version is site-specific, shaped by that place's geology, vegetation, and darkness. Light acts as both tool and mark: it reshapes the terrain for a moment, then fades, leaving only a trace in the land's memory.

Tell me, which suffering is heavier to bear? Which wound cuts the deepest? I asked, How do I make suffering easier? How do I soften the blade?

He said, Find the spring of life. Let its water fall over your head, let it be armor, so no blade may wound you again. I asked, Where is this spring? He said, In the darkness. If you seek it, you must walk wrapped in the armor of trust, I asked, Which way is the way?

He said, From whichever way you go. If you go, go!

My life is a riddle: Who am I? Why am I here?

I chase answers, but which worlds are real?

Each morning, I pull myself into my skin, play the game others seem to know. How do they bear their bodies, carry their pain? I make art to remember what I lost, to carve meaning into loss itself. i moved to different cities Each city is bigger, but the answers stay small. but this city I am tired.

This city I am old. This city, I lost faith. Now I have gained nothing. Why am I writing in English? Scattered thoughts, echoes of rage, hating my mother, loving her ghost. The world is unfinished, a life lived in a state of emergency. I translate moments into something visible, to see them.

so they do not haunt me in the dark, so I do not have to be afraid anymore.

Oh It is morning again.