What happens to pure ideas when they rub against the constraints of reality?

I passionately worked on the project 'Proposals' for over two years.

Every moment was more exciting than its previous. 

A gradual build toward a promised ending... 

However, the instant I finished, rather than fulfillment, 
a sudden drainage overwhelmed me. 

I felt devoid of everything. 

An utter emptiness.

This current group of works was born from an extensive stare into that abyss. 

Fragmented remnants of the humongous monument torched iconic imprints in my mind. 

Gradually, these imprints faded, dissolved, disintegrated, dissected. 

Underneath, the internal psyche at the core of creation - its beating heart - revealed.

Inevitably, even that eventually petrified.


Then I realized that this phenomena wasn't unique - 

rather, This Will Happen To Everything You Love.