"It's too quiet in this city — It sounds like our fear. We're like clay In someone else's good hands. We habitually change the shape Just the way the sculptor wants. We're too used to loving, To love those strong arms." Three years later, I decided to rethink my style and self-image in general. I got hooked on my work "Formalin" as a primary source (I attached a comparison). And I discovered that I wasn't drowning anymore. But at the same time, I look at modernity and, like many, I don't always cope with it. The next thought was the song "Understanding" from the rock opera "Icarus". She was able to articulate my feelings and feelings in words. That's how this work was born: somewhere between complete despair from the reality of what is happening and the hope that something better will replace the "Fabulous Time". "If among the voices Only my voice remained.: Do I have the right to remain silent?"