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{ "Eight years ago my works lost their soul",

I quitted art and gave up writing. Absurdly, but at times you do not make a choice, your unpaid bills do it for yo. So I had no time for doing art any more and gradually I was getting artificial myself

I was full of self-loathing, considering myself as a traitor. I fell away without creation, losing sensitivity to the world

Today, you have a chance to watch or perhaps, be a part of my way to my "redemption

Pleased to meet you. My name is MO" //}