Modern day ego pulsates and radiates artificial creativity. Appearance and visual

effects of the artwork overshadowed idea and soul of the art itself; became a decoration for the everyday consumption, like a thing that you would drink cup of coffee with and get

glimpse of pleasure on your face; But you’d keep it in a closet just before the sex for sure.

    In the centre of it all still stands an artist. I’d rather say, “lays down” instead of “stand”. He eats the universe and after mental digestion, vomits all over the public

viewers. Visitors feel joy and satisfaction.

    My painting shows these processes of mental-philosophical creation, whenever

artist’s everyday struggle with pain, anxiety, passion and dreams flows like a bloodstream

within his artworks. Fear fuels the subconscious with an evil smile and blocks all possible

runaways. Persona is unable to escape. Stacked in his dreams, sleep seems the only hope for him. We run away from the Images of the boring ordinary life and Sisyphean labor, to find ourselves in a maze of dreams, which feels like a shelter, also known by the name of

art.