acrylic on canvas, 100*150 CM, 2024
In childhood, the world was brighter.
My stories always ended with light triumphing over darkness, and I, without a shred of doubt, believed those endings to be true.
Years passed, and the curtain fell.
I saw how darkness slowly devoured the white. Today, only we remain,
tired actors cast out from the stage of darkness, with no hope and no clear reason to go on.
I AM TRUMAN
both spectator and actor in a play where every moment is at once real and fabricated.
an improviser of a pre-written story,
a free chooser among pre-arranged options.
condemned to believe what must be heard,
trapped in a show without a name, meaning, or end.
WE ARE TRUE MAN.
WE ARE THE BIRD.
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