This decline may be a side effect of some event, or it may arise from nothing and knock on the door of your fears. Day after day, I hear people describe how they each try, in their own way, to drive away this feeling of being lost—of the damp wall pressing close. BAD REPLICA was born in one of these moments.

We promise ourselves so much that sometimes we freeze, unable to move. The brain searches for salvation. The legs can’t find the rhythm to step forward into the dance of life.

2019. The first consciously created painting—it had to go somewhere. Holding onto pain was unbearable and, frankly, useless. And you know, I can’t say if this method will work for everyone or if it will only deepen their sense of insignificance. But when I finished that work, I didn’t need external approval—I simply liked the result. Maybe that’s just how I’m wired: I take pleasure in everything I touch. But not everyone has that kind of confidence.

For a while, it worked. And then I hit a dead end here too.

To enjoy your own creation, you first need to find that very inspiration—the one so cliché and ridiculed. Then you create, then you reflect, then you recharge. Your whole focus is drawn into this cycle. Yes, exactly. Idea, where are you? Without the desire and effort to find it, without thinking about it, how do you expect it to appear? By itself? Like a million dollars in a black suitcase hidden in the bushes?