ZAYẎT

Eyes wide open. The child awoke. Pilgrims rushed with hallows. To see the child. To praise the child. And to become part of it. They are unaware of the mystery, they run rampant in their illusions. This time, the mother will not let the child be hurt.

A biblical myth? No. Reality. The life of a modern designer, who is constantly fighting. For the right to create art and maintain individuality. The life of a designer, torn by inner conflict and the desires of the crowd. The life of a designer, where tremulous piece of life hides behind the factory walls. A production where the individual is melted down. A society that turns art into a label. All of this is life.

But still, it is life. The little heart will not stop beating. That’s how a mother protects her child. That’s how an artist saves his art