My work is an atlas of my feelings during depression, a collection of impressions on my journey from darkness to light.
The depression probably started after my grandfather’s death. The photo showing two hands — an adult’s and a child’s — is my grandfather & me on my third birthday. Depression feeds on loss.
But it does not necessarily become an enemy. It is generous with the positive. Depression is not only extreme tiredness, constant lack of energy and turbidity of consciousness. It is a beginning of an exciting path of incessant spiritual search. It is the art to recognise the beauty in the grim. I’m coming out of depression, but I’m taking these with me.