A few years before I retired from the industry. The method I chose to confront and sublimate the squirrels that remained in my heart was still portrait. In order to reconfirm my existence and roots, I returned to my parents' house several times, took portraits of my family and relatives, printed them in large size, pasted them on the walls in the room, and had a dialogue with myself. The last lie to myself that has become clear by resolving this snarl. The events here are also one of the major reasons for leaving the industry later.