In this painting I shared a feeling of fragility and uncertainty when you feel exhausted of this uncertainty to an extent it becomes a pain that you eager to avoid. A feeling when you are not able to look around anymore, so you close your eyes and prefer to escape into your inner world. But it is not a true escape - it is only mirage, a fragile dream. Sometimes dreams are more real than reality but it’s not always a happier place. We equally cannot predict what could’ve happened in a dream the same way as we cannot predict anything in a reality. In fact we are not able to predict any single moment of our life, it’s out of our control. Dreams are fragile but reality seems to be even more fragile. Moreover, we can’t be absolutely certain even what our reality is. Quite scary, isn't it. I don’t know where a happier place is. Maybe it is in our inner world, in our dreams, maybe in a parallel world, or somewhere else. I don’t know. I just had a dream.