Emerge from the chaos, emerge from the deep; emerge from the trance of this soporific dance..
This painting signifies the wondrous voyage to the stars that the stargazer embarks on in his mind, past the pandemonium of the world, for he is a nomad of the skies and dreams of new dimensions and magical rides.
Fragmented, I pick up pieces of myself to make an arc, to make the world.
The mind is like the sea with its many moods, each more beautiful than the last; we only need be a silent witness to this dark beauty and not cower in fear.
She walks in beauty when she walks in green, for green is her color, her favorite canvas.
Journey through time and mind, what stories do you hear being narrated? Sometimes the stories carved on our minds are as powerful and searing as the ones etched on stone.
When you feel all the imagination, creativity and madness running in your veins, when you march to the beats of a different drummer and know that it is the only way for you because you can feel it running in your veins!
Some moments, when interrupted, last forever. Like a sense of déjà vu. Like a splash of sudden color that lights up the encircling greys and breaks the continuum. Some blips are beautiful and some interruptions make us do a double take at the past and the present just like a sense of déjà vu.
When the impermanence of the human condition is what made the Gods jealous, shouldn’t we build and rebuild our hopes and dreams in as many colors and as many textures as we can? Construct and reconstruct, tear down and build again, because the impermanent joy of building is what makes life precious, the permanence of completion is an illusion.
The beauty and symmetry of nature one sees in a forest bathed in green and gold can only be marveled at. The deep but subtle hues, the many textures, the depth of green all around is a sight to breathe in that does wondrous things to the soul. Perhaps we should never attempt to describe it, only revel in it as nature intended.