The world feels dark and there are no colors to see. Cold rain falls down from grey clouds outside the windows and I can’t even remember when was the last time I saw the sun. It feels like it is raining for days, months, years. I don’t know what to do next, where to go or to whom. It is as if everybody moved away from me.
The only thing I got left is a candle, the last light, the last hope that it will all turn around. I carefully watch and protect this flame even in the darkest times. If it went out I wouldn’t be able to paint anymore.