When i started this painting, i felt really excited. Then in this period some situations be happened. These stutations get me in depression. And one night i couldn't stop my self and destroyed my painting. After then i cried so much. Because this painting kind of a diary to my piece of life  and i want to show it in  my exhibition. But now it's gone... and i did it.  and i haven't any chance to finished it. But still i want to share it...yeaahh that's the heart broken story... the second picture is the final shape. then i destroyed it with a knife...