Acrylic on paper
Identifying identity; what if our dreams can identify our identities?
“Who am I? What am I?
Who are we? What are we?
The more I am isolated, the more I wonder (but sorta like graving than wondering).
The more we are separated, the more we want to learn about ourselves and each other.
Probably I have never been myself. And probably we have never been ourselves.
I always dream. We always dream.
In those dreams, I find somewhat what so-call myself.
And in those dreams, we know we can find out who we are- to answer what are we, why are we exist, and why out little invisible “friends” inside us exist among all.”