I am a painter of the darkness for a drop of good.
Irretrievably, I immersed into the darkest corners of spiritual destructiveness of a human being in hope to describe it, to stay for a while. Humbleness of those who suffer captured my sensibility.
I resist nit, I seek for the way out.
My images tried to be a message, no one replied.
Now, they are just a scream and I am not sure anyone can hear it.
Stillness is my life?