Throughout history, when disasters struck, humans sought refuge in the mountains. There, they found shelter, silence, and sense of peace. Today, the greatest threat no longer comes from nature , it comes from ourselves. The atomic bomb, the wars born in its shadow, and the systemic violence that has haunted my generation have left us with a constant question: Where is the mountain now? Where can we find sanctuary in a world where humanity has become its own worst enemy? For me, the mountain is Art. In the darkest moments, when so many young people in my country were killed or silenced by oppression, when the sound of bombs filled our nights, art became my only refuge, my only place of freedom and solace.This work is my personal mountain. A quiet act of resistance and hope. A sanctuary built with lines, colors, and memory. - 22.16 cm, Oil on canvas - Matak / May 2026