Painting Story: We are not even microbes in the universe. In the big stage we live only in the world and we are roasted with our own oil. I have interpreted Mevlana Celaleddin Rumi's "I raw, I cooked" as surrealist painting. Sun, the source of life for our world, is broken and broken. Life has begun and there is no return. Time is advancing and the power of the universe is getting angry, cooking the contents.
