"Everybody has a secret world inside of them. I mean everybody. All of the people in the whole world,
I mean everybody - no matter how dull and boring they are on the outside.
Inside them they've all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds...
Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands, maybe."
Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 5: A Game of You
What does my heroine seek? Wandering through hazy wastelands at dusk, loosing the path in a deep forest, evading profound shadows, she dreams of reaching a sanctuary shrouded within tangled branches, emerald cloak of leaves. Whether the girl is only a creation of a forgotten mythology, she does not concede but pursues her choices. The tale lasts as long as the journey continues, endlessly marching the realm built with schemes and archetypes. I follow the strive to translate this nonexistent universe into reality giving it visible frame, depicting the elusive, haunting visions. Firmly holding onto my tools I draw and lose myself among the twisted lines and convoluted serpentines. I become a narrator of the story which overtakes the chaotic handwriting, infuses the plain materials with creativity, plays with the flickering light and intricate transparency. Meant to allure and captivate, the composition oozes with mystery. Inviting to take a peak, the gently formed shapes are capturing the eerie, labyrinthine nature of the metamorphosis.