On my deathbed, I don’t want to say that I regret not doing this and that.
On my deathbed, I want to say that I have done as many works (including photos, texts, “Diaries,” or sets of images like “Negation of the End” and “Inspired by Tolkien”) as I could have done. Let the young continue the dialogue between the generations, and let me all have holy peace now. Does that mean I plan to die during the next few days (I wrote this text on the 28th of June, 2023)? Of course, I do not want to die. I hope to live as long as possible, being fully creative until the very last day. The truth is that I do not wait to lie down on my deathbed.
I plan to be the most prolific photographer/blogger/writer who ever stomped on this planet.
I read many stories (I do not know if they were true. Still, I believe they were.) that many people regretted many issues while dying on their deathbeds. For example, they regretted not spending enough time on what they wanted to do. Yet, they focused on earning money. They regretted it. I do not think there is something wrong with multiplying wealth. Still, I feel that earning money should not be a person’s life aim. I do not want to waste my personal time on numbers. I have enough amounts in my professional environment.
In the art world, I want to forget about money.
The truth is that I want to live here and now without any exceptions. For me, to live is to create something out of nothing. I do not wish to represent death’s civilization like the fucking Putin’s army. I still keep my fingers crossed that the Ukrainians will overcome Russian trolls and orcs. On my deathbed, I want to say I did something profound in my life for future generations.
