Surface firmly separates relief of the outside world from chaos of the private. It is not even the skin itself, it is invisible insuperable boundary that corresponds to configuration of my skin. It is something ephemeral, similar to illusion of being able to touch the skin of the world, the covering of its tender (delicate?) flesh.

Attempt to materialize abstract, estranged ego. By turning this ego inside out and getting the world as a result, describe it, see it.

Turning to Japanese literary tradition, you can see that one of the favorite methods (approaches) is the description of nature as a metaphor to the character’s internal state. In other words landscape (outside world) as if appropriates character’s state acting as a visible analogy of the internal world.

I presented landscape as a body, literally changing the metaphor for reality. Hills, waves and sky became some organic structures, objectifying in this way the gaze directed at them.

(VladaRalko)