Love for art sometimes ceases to be mere love. It becomes obsession, hunger, addiction. You no longer choose - to paint or not to paint. You simply can no longer not paint. The brush in this hand is no longer a tool. It is an extension of the vein. Paint mixes with blood, spirit, insomnia, fear, ecstasy. Every new world on the canvas takes a piece of you - and gives eternity in return. The artist's path is the warrior's path, one who battles not the world, but himself. Where the brush is the weapon, the palette is the battlefield, and the strongest obsession - the addiction to creating art.