Dust

New year I hope a new difference and experience in life. My last year was terrible, my aunt passed away and what should be a year of new experiences in work was tragic haunted by the loss of my aunt. The end of 2022 was terrible in this way of nonsense of life. In this new year I hope to be better and I draw my first painting on the way that I feel a stranger in strange land where nowhere to be and to be with. The haunting houses, haunting me on the phobic way that I feel to face the life full of tragic moments. The war, the government force me to think twice to struggle in this country. In my own experience the crisis happened in all my life since I began in school to this time of life. Perhaps my existence is to walk alone this road shown in the picture. The houses are ghosts in the suburban village that I am living when there is no money to food. Happy new year.