Untitled Drawing

I have already experienced many adult things, it's hurts me to my heart. Among them, the loss of my own "god", which I believed since childhood. Now I play in my game - healing for me infantility. Lines, geometric patterns, color and lack of it - my toys. I totally impartially look at the faces of people and study only their outlines, as if this is actually the sharpest expression of their earthly cursed souls. Perhaps, in lines, in non-colored objects, I will find my god. And when I become a real child, it will be art.