Being a little girl I read a philosophical fairy tale about a boy who woke up alone on our planet. All people who bothered him disappeared, so he was free to do whatever he wanted till the rest of his life. Soon he realized there is no point in being completely free. Interestingly enough, freedom is one of the most important subjects in my life - I am thrilled to explore, to feel, to contemplate and to observe different kind of freedom states. Is freedom an inner condition or rather an environment that you arrange for yourself? Is a strong connection to someone more binding than freeing? Are you ever completely free from your own perspective of looking at things? Could you ever be free of judgement and expectations? Is freedom an intimate relationship with/for ourselves or rather something that needs to be expressed to public and needs audience? This kind of questions I own have on my mind while trying to express myself through my drawings and paintings.