Paintings

How much support and self-knowledge and connection do you need to properly express yourself?

Everything is made of smaller parts that interact. We are mostly empty space, made up of the relationship between things.

When spring comes, so do yellow birds and flowers, flying over the green, brown, blue fields and trees and waters.

Staring into the endless void, a strange light appears. Where does the light come from, is it the sun, train lamp, explosion, fairy, or hope?