It's been more than two years since my last journal, in which I described my some doubts, some hopes... Who would have thought that so much would change.
I had no idea that a new black streak would begin for my country. New experiences, new upheavals, a new round of madness from which it is difficult to hide and even more difficult to escape, because there is nowhere to run and nowhere waiting for me.
But... Looking back, I can definitely say that, as an artist, I feel much more confident. Yes, I can still be ignorant about some things, I can still make trivial mistakes (wrongly drawn fingers say hello ;) ), but I don't call myself a beginner anymore. I even manage to earn some funds that can be called decent for existence. Especially, I'm thankful for those who help me feel financially self-sufficient.

My journey has been a long, thorny one. Time after time I was on a roller coaster, getting a charge of positivity from a good job, but almost immediately losing it and slipping into depression. “You're going to stand still. Nobody wants you. Getting better is an unattainable dream.” It's been dragging me down for a long time, but the desire for self-actualization has been pushing me forward. If I don't succeed at anything... Was my life worth anything?
And here I am. I'm reading positive comments (and that's much nicer than big numbers of likes) on my work. I have over a thousand followers here and over three thousand on Twitter. Making nice new acquaintances and being able to share my love. I look at all of you and thank you for being able to share things I like and have made myself.

Time continues to go on. I need to be better and I need to keep improving. And I hope that someday I can breathe free, get rid of the shackles that hold me back and see the many beautiful and wonderful things that surround me out there. ✨