This painting was created from behind the block where I once lived. The idea of the blocks was born during a restless period of daily routines, household responsibilities, raising children, and an urgent need to paint. Looking for relief, I found not nature but the concrete reality of socialist housing. During the pandemic, an extra layer of gray fell over these blocks, amplifying the weight of isolation. Yet behind every window, people lived with dreams, worries, and fleeting hopes — just like me, longing for a moment of respite. These walls, once symbols of a gray communist past, now carry traces of survival, small colors of life, and stories of resilience.
