Those works are results of excessive nightly sessions, weekends of being locked up with myself and noise. While unfinished works scream at me, begging to be finished. Constant failure, repetition, joy, ash and tears, followed by weeks of exhaustion, being impaired to even touch a brush. Standstill - but with a mind constantly spinning. Creating pictures in an endless realm of darkness. Never resting. Silence is a gift that is not given to me.