When a shaman journeys into the underworld, they wear a mask to seek answers and healing. This series became my own personal journey — inward, toward myself.

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.

To bring these visions to life, I work with a range of materials — including smalti, stone, mastice, wood, and other natural elements. This fusion of textures echoes the organic, spiritual, and timeless nature of Kazakh storytelling.

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The supreme sky deity, ruler of the universe.
In Kazakh (Turkic) mythology, the Sky God — the cosmic spirit. His breath becomes the wind, his voice becomes thunder. One eye births the Sun, the other the Moon.