In traditional nomadic culture, life was perceived as a unified whole — like the breath of the world. Sweetness and bitterness, birth and death, joy and pain were not opposites, but parts of one continuous cycle. Just as Tengri was both God and the world itself, the human being was not a separate entity, but part of the cosmos.
Through the masks, I seek to restore this ancient vision of life and reconnect with my own inner world. In this journey, I find comfort in the quiet ambivalence of everything unfolding around us.