There is something that only I know.
Whether clear or lacking in clarity, when a plethora of issues cumulate upon oneself like a stratum, one realizes that there are certain things that cannot be researched by opening the pages of an encyclopedia or referring to the internet. Ultimately, one becomes intent on purely pursuing “what is true,” rather than finding the answer. One presumes that paintings created in this manner, exudes a certain radiance like some undiscovered planet that no one yet knows of.
And seemingly in the midst of a never-ending state of eternity, they appear oblivious to these concerns.
As such, I cannot express my love enough for paintings.