The works of Ronin vary from staged scenes in nightly landscapes to intimate encounters in bare enclosures. We come across the inhabitants of ‘floating worlds’ exposed against the background of an abstract metropolis. With a restless soul and an untamable longing for experience he submerges into darkness, embracing the necessary downward of alienation and solitude. Not sparing anything in the process, including himself. Found in the borderline territory between nowhere and elsewhere, these are the captions of a ‘passenger’, collecting ‘evidence’ to objectify a memory, thus defying a deeply rooted fear of Amnesia. Altogether this personal odyssey leaves us with a more universally considered question: ‘What is my meaning and what am I doing here?’ or ‘Outside of myself-does anyone else exist in this world’?