This work was created during my performance "Don't look for any meaning or title - there isn't one" which was curated by Maria Antonyan. During this performance I was sitting with my back to the audience with my headphones on and was painting a picture. I wasn't reacting to what was going on around me at all. At some point, a girl came up to me, squeezed out a handful of white paint and started smearing it over my cacti. That was the moment when I experienced a wild surge of pain. It felt like your creation and your child was being ruined, while you were completely helpless and could not do anything about it. Tears started streaming from my eyes. She stopped and walked away, while I took a wet napkin and started wiping the imprints of her hands off the cacti.