This Punk is inspired by CryptoPunk #6111 and artworks of Сhashnik. SupremePunk #004 is a portrait of something inhuman, mystical and incomprehensible. The story of Punk's creation finds its parallel with "Portrait" - the work of N. Gogol. During the creation of this Punk, most of our friends, whom this artwork was shown to before publishing, told us not to include it in the collection. They were frightened by this cold, soulless look and lack of life in it, so we were discouraged from posting it. Punk's distinctive feature is its perspective. The image is in full-face - this is the only Punk which dared to turn around and look us in the eyes. When you look at this Punk it feels like it is draining your energy, but we dared to post it anyway because from our side we put a piece of our soul in it and can't just give up this Punk since it became a part of our lives.

This punk was originally worked on by another artist, but then odd things happened to him and he started having mental problems. He became completely ill soon and had to be transferred to a mental hospital. We lost contact with him afterwards, but one day we got his diary notes from his doctor.

08-mar-2020
Finally finished working on my Punk. Now I can look at it as a holistic artwork. I feel very pleased with it. Sent it to my partners - they really liked it but some of them were concerned about how it differs from the others. I don't agree with them - I suppose I'm finally getting good at expressing my thoughts through suprematism. Tomorrow I'm gonna start working on the next painting.

09-mar-2021
I couldn't draw anything today. All the ideas seemed secondary after this Punk. I just want to surpass myself, but nothing works at all. Looks like colours I pick don't match anymore, shapes look just absurd and chaotic. I look at the Punk and can't get enough of it. I think I am kind of addicted to her. It's like she's looking me right in my eyes.

10-mar-2021
Now I see.
She's watching me.
I can see her figure even on a blacked-out monitor.
Why would a person who has absolutely no mental or physical illness cause such pain at night that he would roll around in bed?

11-mar-2021
As the Punk, all living things have consciousness. In the consciousness of itself as an individual being, both life and every living thing are conscious of being subject to its general and its own laws: the stone, both gravitation and impenetrability, the plant, both gravitation and growth and reproduction, the animal, both gravitation and growth and reproduction and communication with its kind, man, both gravitation and growth and reproduction and intelligent moral behavior.

12-mar-2021
Sometimes a silly question arises: what is all this for? If I knew what it was for, none of this would happen. (Not that. ) This question is more like what a person does, and we ask: Why do they do it? I myself live, so there is nothing to ask: Why?

13-mar-2021
Yesterday my brother came to see me and we had a long talk, but now I can't remember neither his face nor what we talked about .
I shouted and kicked out the postman. I'm sorry about that, for a moment there was the Punk's outline on his face. I felt some kind of jealousy - what if someone can see her too? I went to the doctor and was prescribed pills, which seemed to make me feel better.

17-mar-2021
Yesterday seizure and pain broke out again.
She came to see me again.
They put me in hospital, I don't really feel good here.
I'm completely weakened.

18-mar-2021
I had a dream today: the Punk was calling me to her place - she was pulling me in and I couldn't resist. I got a fever and spent the whole day in bed.

19-mar-2021
On March 19 I had to take medication. I don't like our doctor, but the nurse - Ekaterina Mikhailovna - is a very nice and intelligent person. It would be nice if the doctor was able to test many medicines himself. He would have a completely different understanding of their effects. After the injection I slept deeply and well for the first time during the last week - without thoughts of mine. Were the dreams harmful? I don’t think so. I woke up strong and fresh afterwards. And I work well. I even have an interest, which I didn't have before. No wonder, as all my thoughts used to be focused on my painting.

March 22
Be careful.
Bullshit.

23 March
It's a torment.

March 25
My old notes are a bit hysterical. I'm used to the Punk. She's not as scary as I used to think. And now I’m calm. I am calm.

March 27th
When I feel better, I'll write down my horrible experiences.

March 28
No one can help me now, but I have to. It is necessary that this spirit that exists in the painting should live on.