Happy Illusion, Firat Yeşiltepe

Oil on canvas, original work.

In the city, in a big city, there are city buses, buildings, chaos. a big move, more or less the same every day, get on the bus and catch up. the bus is sometimes too fast, you can't catch it, it goes without you, too bad, you have to find the next one or the one that goes to the nearest place. you, me and other people, maybe not all people. sometimes i get so bored of it. this fiction is a dream. sometimes you take a shotgun and.. like that in american movies, don't do it. I looked at everything from below here, from the bottom of the road, there is an angel at the top, watching, controlling, there is another angel at the bottom, he also helps, you cannot touch them. someone points to the bus, will you stop, I'll get on. Someone is headbutting the bus, fed up. aunty is trying to push everyone to get on the bus, aunty don't push, we are human. Uncle, you are very angry, I did not do it, go get angry with him. The buildings are always the same, like an anthill, a colony. there is someone fishing calmly, as a matter of fact, too calm, I don't like it. who are you? happy illusion, turn this picture upside down. have a nice day.

FIRAT YEŞİLTEPE