When i lost my job, my house, literally everything... i walked through the city, every single street and avenue debating what to do with my life, i sat down inside of a church and i contemplated people praying, i felt jealous coz at least they had faith on something and i wanted to feel that but it never happened coz the idea of "god" has no place in my head.
One rainy day i ran into American Museum of Natural history and i walked to the Mexican Hall and i started drawing, those "objects and artifacts" that were taken away from their own land, and were brought involuntarily, just the way i was feeling. Every day for four months i spent at least 4 to 6 hours a day like i was in a cloister... and i felt like those people in the church, but i was contemplating the best people of the whole times, those who lived in ancient times. Those who loved nature and were grateful in all senses.
