Lately I think about chaos in the art too much. Maybe I think about it because it’s such interesting to follow the way from the start of the idea to its birth. The most of time art process goes through the interesting chaotic way. At the end the public see results. Random ideas come to the mind like fast flashes. The mind is working without stop. The thoughts running around my brain. They come to me while I’m sleeping, eating my breakfast, walking and etc. I listen to surroundings, I look into the random people’s faces, follow the people’s actions on the streets. My eyes and brain searching something everywhere, trying to collect information and actions from surroundings as much as it's possible to make a loud chaos in my head. After this moment the noise is transformed and organised into something special and unique. This is so powerful and emotional moment to watch the way of the art’s birth. The brain ruins everything and recreates the pure beauty...