I was alone with my small cyberpunk suitcase, encrypted hard drives, old laptop, and some clothes...in an unknown town in a foreign country. I was thinking that everything is an illusion and money does not exist. ''Money is something weird...'' I stopped at a hostel and stood looking at the door. I decided to sleep on the street. I thought, “This country is very safe, I come from the Wild West where some people spit bullets...” I rested my head on grass full of ants. I did it for days. I remember I had a repetitive thought in my subconscious, “I am alone, we are all alone.''
This painting continues my journey in this foreign town. Imagine yourself in my shoes, sleeping in grass, searching for new experiences... ©Yusaymon All Rights Reserved
