Ink pen on paper, 30x21cm, 2015

On the waiting days, you lose the value and the meaning of the life; you wake up every day with the hope that something will appear and stops this misery but another day ends and you promise yourself that tomorrow will be different and the hope of better life will appear.
Each day is a new day from this endless days,it is a wasting life full of pain and waiting for hope doesn`t come.