The Silent Storm

I’m screaming into the void of social media, standing on a shaky tower of cards. They are Jokers. After all, what could be more stable than pure chance? A cowboy twirls his cheap lasso, while the Lamborghini-guy asks, “When will I get mine?” Collectors feast on lobsters and vodka, while clowns dance for memes. Below that—chaos. Emptiness versus color, silence versus rebellion, life versus death, me versus myself. Materials: Stretched canvas 50x80 cm, acrylic, oil pastels