The people, whose bone structures I paint, are alive. Still, the revealed bones remind of mortality, and thus there is the presence of lifespan, and of time. Because of the presence of mortality there is the urge to become immortal. It is natural that artists try to leave their imprint when working, ready to open their soul to gain eternity. But it is true for most people, and the evidences left may be very diverse, like, for example, the graffiti – all these scratched, scrawled, painted names, images, dates, promises, love stories - they also are attempts to secure the forget-me-not effect, to leave a hack in the eternity. I find it fascinating how people find significant places, to keep their names and dates of their presence there safe. The naive hope that by writing J+B their love will last forever, or the need to write I was here or some just as essential message is a cry from the soul to the eternity.