During my life, I have changed dozens of psychologists, and hundreds of times I told them about how I ran after a rabbit, fell into a hole, and how those "eat me" pies were waiting for me there, as well as Cheshire cat, mad Hatter and other royal men. I tried to explain that this was not a dream, not" imagined "or"made up". If I was given $10 every time a psychologist said, "girl, I’m not that one who can help you, you shall ask that one who can give you prescriptions", I would already have raced in a convertible along the embankment of Nice. At first, no one believed that I could see things that others could not, and then I just stopped talking and started drawing.
I drew those unseen creatures, each of which was the whole universe, I wove magic threads into the fabric of the universe, I gave people the opportunity to see the diversity of the world. And people...people are people – they just want to consume only familiar, clear, simple. They are afraid of girls who come out of rabbit holes with a dozen incredible stories, they are not at ease in the company of girls, who can see the wind and predict the future, they run from women who can feel a lie a kilometer away and believe in the existence of hundreds of parallel worlds. Let...
I keep drawing because the world needs eyes that can see tales of beauty, hurried white rabbits, and smiles that stay in the air when everything else disappears. And people... well, people...
