Where There Is Neither Sense Of Life Nor Joys

Where there is neither sense of life nor joys

The artwork depicts my relentless struggle to conquer Hegos. Just as I manage to squeeze and crush him, he rises from the ashes, ready to haunt me again. This mirrors the nature of the disorders and epilepsy I suffer from. There are moments of tranquillity where everything is clear and joyful, and I begin to believe I might get better, even be cured. But then Hegos reappears, baring his fangs. Sometimes, he pounces on me, tearing at my flesh so savagely that I need medical help. Other times, I must hide and outsmart him, hoping he won't find me until he retreats in defeat.