world, where only the fairy tales inspire to trust in the sunlight's unselfish generosity, ceased to oppress me at once as I entered the art therapy class (Modus Vivendi, psychiatric hospital, Klaipeda, Lithuania). The dull surroundings sparkle with just fantastic color here, and the ordinary things transform into the prophetic images that as put under a charm, as commit me to share the message with all. So I took my camera and Skirmantas's ship on a chair appeared on my blog. This picture is not mine, but it became a part of me - I recognized my own dreams in the drawing.
While the lottery ticket changed the life of many, can I say the same about the picture?
What do you think?