Ever since I was a teenager, I have felt as if people were like slaves who have to study to get a job. Get a job so they could afford to live and then just work until they basically die. When I realized that this was what my whole life would look like, I collapsed. I don’t want to live such a life. I will not live such a life. Nevertheless, I tried to suppress this feeling for many years, and I did what normal people do.
But then the feeling began to return to me on grey days and dark nights in the form of depression.
In the meantime, I painted my feelings onto the canvas, often under the influence of alcohol, which helped me to keep it all together. This is how a painting called Freedom was created, which was a vision of how I would like to live. And also the work Death in the Mirror, which was its opposite and depicted my feelings of helplessness and reflections on whether it makes any sense to live when one cannot do what was the reason for his coming to this world.
I thought money was evil, and we had to work hard for it. I imagined a life without it. But then I began to learn that it didn’t have to be this way at all. I began to learn how the mind works. I began to learn that the mind can be reprogrammed to turn my whole life upside down.
And so I did.