The series of works "Looking for monsters" gave me the opportunity to look into the eyes of monsters that live even in the brightest people. Here the squirrel is no longer just a squirrel, it is a metaphor for alcoholism and madness, and Dostoevsky is not a great Russian writer, but a reflection of depression, hopelessness. And to strengthen the impression - the world around is deserted, honeyed, the cacti are pink and everything is not as we are used to seeing.
