Living on the edge

This piece was born in a state where words were no longer enough. It was created at a time when the world had shrunk into a room full of people – and a soul that was completely alone. When trust was shattered, when hatred felt all-encompassing, when every breath weighed heavy. This is a work that was quite literally created on the edge between life and dissolution.

The shapes in this image are not planned. They are not constructed. They are a direct imprint from the subconscious – a psychological echo of an inner state where pain, despair, anger, self-contempt, and survival instinct collided at the same time. When the work was finished, the details revealed themselves only afterward, as if the soul itself had assembled the puzzle.

In the overall form, a man appears in profile – completely broken. A body carrying a burden heavier than it should ever have to bear. In the area of the jaw, a white figure can be seen, leaning forward, with the head resting between the hands, elbows on the knees – the universal posture of surrender. The moment when all strength seems to be gone.

But higher up, in the swirling forms of the head and the hair, something else lives.

There is the wolf.

The wolf that never asks for permission.The wolf that never bows down.The wolf that rises even when the body is exhausted.

This work is duality in its purest form: total mental collapse – and at the same time an unbreakable will to live. It is the meeting between human fragility and raw, primal, relentless force. Between “I can’t take this anymore” and “you will not defeat me.”

This is not a beautiful work in the traditional sense. It is an honest work. A work that does not seek to please – but to survive. It was created in the haze of whiskey, in the roar of rock music, and in the absolute necessity of art. It was born from a darkness that could have swallowed everything – but instead released something.

This is not just an image. It is a turning point.