Lately I’ve been thinking about sprit of human and stories of heaven and hell, Moyas culture, Sungod and Finish epic poem, story of Kalevala and even those are interesting topics – I don’t care about them at this moment.
I am interested in the human spirit, and specially in this case, the idea of a man who walks into hell.
This man has an ego like god, or a butcher and he don’t believe in afterlife – Too bad hell doesn’t give a shit what he believe.
This man is telling me, do you really think my sprit change? The way I think? My goals are always be the man in charge!
Do you really think what makes me change when I die? (I think he still don’t believe he is dead).
In my painting, he walk into hell with pride and think “Hell no, where I go the masses bow me”.
Darm, I hope I found more time to finish the first layer.