All indifferently, as if colouring everything around with my vision, like the Kazakh akyn whose song is about everything that he sees at the moment of singing. It seems that when I have painted a certain number of objects, the space of my dreams will break through into this universe, take it over, filling everything with its own realities, imposing its own laws. The world will change, but not in abstract way a-la 'Beauty will save the world', but genuinely. And you should not expect this new world to be calm.