When all battles cease and the sounds of explosions quiet, when fiery tongues fade and the taste of iron on our lips disappears, when the last drops of life fall and heroes sink into the firm ground, and when the remnants of the familiar burn away and no unnatural sound disrupts the flow of life, we will look around and recognize the ruins and scorched earth. We will inhale the smoke of extinguished fires and sense the acrid smell of smoldering past. We will experience devastation, and the silence will envelop us more profoundly than a hundred explosions. We will be alone, in the company of the density of our thoughts. We will gaze into the darkness, and it will gaze back at us. This empty density communicates more forcefully than we can imagine or hope. What was initially perceived as an end will transform into a beginning. In the place where only emptiness remains, where we have left our hopes, ideas, and dreams—there is nothing left. An empty canvas that we can fill, but need not. In this work, the canvas surface serves as a medium for documenting reflections on a starting point in life, at a moment when one period has ended and a decision must be made about the next step. It also examines memories, objects, and relationships recorded by memory, recognizing the inner sensitivity. Furthermore, it explores the relationship between the layers of reality and our decisions, which is connected to specific autobiographical periods and events, reflecting profound introspection. I will describe the process of creating a series of paintings titled "Subconscious. Fog."