In the blink of an eye, the joyful images of childhood here transform into instruments of bitterness and disappointment, evolving into a dozen symbols of unfulfilled hopes. These colors flow across the canvas like dark arteries, carrying the poison of past futile aspirations, akin to bloody storms raging in the depths of our unmet desires. Looking at this multitude, it is impossible not to feel how dreams of the unrealized intertwine with the sharpness of loss, creating a resounding void where promised happiness once resided.