Oil on Belgian linen canvas.
W 100 x H 100 x D 3.2 cm.
Surprise in the mind. A continuous brokenness is hooked onto the inner hearing. Threads of thoughts are whirling and shapeshifting into a coherent one-after-the-other. I call all her names. Majestically present in this love that overrides the mental processes, the hush-hush and blah-blah. What do you want to say? Repeating the blah-blah. There is only one I can say, the silence with you. Filled with vastness. Gentle and soft I-know-it-all-ness. All the intersections are arising only because of the projection from a higher dimensional space. Consciousness collapses directed by a soft being-at-home.