A Series of portraits pays attention on a special kind of love, attachment for the money. It's like a disease, which violates the right perception of ourselves and the world. The desire to possess money and that they give you goes out of control and you will not notice that you can't see or hear nothing except for money. You put them as a purpose in the mistaken belief that you will save yourself from disappointment, when them will be more. It is a love on thе convenience which doesn't make you happy. Think what could be more valuable than money? Should I exchange my life on the money to dissolve in a short pleasures?
Find the measure to avoid insanity.