Nightshift, 2020
oil on canvas
Dirrect glances, strange conversations, weird men, histerical groups of girls. Nights have merged togethet as one foggy dream. Weeks have turned in months. which day is today, I couldn’t tell, I’m inbetween worlds somewhere in dream somewhere between strangers who whant to know what is sad girl thinking about. My body is shiftin trought colorful darkness, sleeples nights, intoxicating days. Somewhere between classical and pop. Fake smiles, fake bodies, fake dreams. I queation my reality and my values in the dark, dark night with my eyes wide open. I am here in my bubble I am where they don’t want me to be. Do I know who I am, who am I? I’m a daughter, a sister and a wife. I am a bartender and a student, I’m a cleaning lady in office building near by, I’m a dreamer. As I look in my own reflection in the the window next to me I see a strong woman.
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