The residual did not emerge as a result of a single event. There is no break in my life that I can explain by saying “this happened, that happened”. It is a situation where what has been accumulated over time outweighs what has been lost. When someone is asked “you used to laugh every day, now you never laugh anymore, did something happen?” the answer is actually the same: nothing happened. It happened every day. Every passing second, every passing minute. Over time, first my laughter diminished, then my sleep. Then my dreams, my love and finally my self. In this process I felt that I was slowly disappearing. The same was true for my relationship with the street. When people say, “You used to paint a lot of streets, now you hardly paint any”, there is no single reason for this. It is tiring to explain everything one by one. After a certain point, one stops telling. And when you stop telling, you are left with only what remains. My works that once existed in the public sphere, on big walls and made people smile are now smaller, more introverted productions. Leftover is the name of this shrinking, withdrawal and acceptance. This is not an ending; it is also a new beginning. I don't cut my ties with the old, I don't deny it, I accept it as it is and embrace what is born from it. The residue is a direct expression of repressed emotions, accumulated anger, fatigue and silence. Whatever I have been made to feel, whatever I have been made to live for so many years, I will now reflect it back, in a harsher, more open and unfiltered language. What remains is not a rejection of Devak; it is the present-day equivalent of what remains of Devak.