When we give birth to a child, the last thing we imagine is that one day our child will be killed for obtaining his/her simplest human rights... In the land where he/she was born and raised, by the rulers...

Our people shout out for freedom and peace. A shout for comfort in life, similar to the peace that exists in all countries of the world... A shout that comes out of the galaxy of our desires from within us like a bright star. If it is suppressed outside of us, it turns bloody and goes to a black hole inside us to be forgotten forever.

But if birds of light carry our voice to the whole world, perhaps the galaxy and the stars within us will never be extinguished.

-digital hand painted-