Then there was a great silence. First it took minutes, then years. The feeling of defeat was very new, calm and frightening. I was afraid, it was too sweet to be defeated. plus it was boring. If I had the chance to choose a defeat, I would prefer the action one. The defeat of monotony constantly slept. His presence was heavy. I was coming through a dark wrinkle, I thought I'd get used to it. It's like my movements are restricted. I was ashamed of my ears, I was afraid of my eyes. It was tiring to fight with reluctance. I was offended by some songs. some of them bore my pain and I was grateful. I was lost, my life was spent searching for the way. If I could just throw that weight off, I'd be relieved. I was trapped, finally caught up in that feeling. I was without reason. Besides, I was tired. I didn't know the diet that should be given to be happy. I remember when I was very cold. My thoughts had become a prisoner of wishes. The sense of freedom that was rising inside of me was slowly coming. I was expecting this too. My history was a friend of repetition. I couldn't break my mirror of sameness. If I broke one, then I would put another tick on the list. The list was full, I'm still sad.

Artwork Details: Printable 57x57cm.

Softwares Used: Photoshop + Illustrator.