I wanted to believe that my art might perhaps somehow brighten me up, and fill that emptiness I feel every morning. An objective that I ended up creating perhaps as a crutch. But gradually it seems that I am losing all the essence that I have acquired over the years, through everything that I have created. The meanders of life, The opportunities that I received, and that I denied, and gradually I distance myself from the initial will, my goals, and I’m stagnating more and more … Every day I go further, than before Being in search of perfection, now it seems only an impossibility […]
