War. Some primitive people; rural enviroment; fake christian morality; hypocrism and nationalism; xenophobia and racism; homophobia and sexism; poverty and materialism; different ideologies and incompatibile generations; Internet boy with people from nineteenth century.

Disappointed in people, disordered faith and leaned-down head. I was going to the silence; My own desert. Unaware, I wanted to be alone with Him; to discover Him - not more than, not more or less than - I am capable to find him; to celebrate Him in the only way I am capable to celebrate Him -- with my own hands. By drawing. Like the scientist when he draws a sketch to solve a problem, I was drawing the only thing that has been left pure. In the light of brother Sun, in the sounds of sister Water and in the warmness of brother Stone, I was looking for friends, togetherness, our source, our own Father.

I've found the border where reality goes into abstraction, physical into metaphysical. I came, perhaps, to the line between two of Plato's worlds.Instead of the Sea, math had opened up in front of me. The Light has remained a secret, and, instead the people, here are the portraits of the Stones! Of the dumb perpetual icons. Of the silence. Of the peace.