Sometimes the world becomes a grey mass, incomprehensibly plain, like the walls are closing in on me. I’m diving without oxigen, slowly sufficating. as if a giant jungle snake outbests me with every breath I take. I need to let this go, close myself off into my sanctuary.
Finding your colors back, it is not always an easy given. Selfreflection and vivid imagination are part of my ritual. They purify the soul of the contradiction between black and white. Where first divided in clear camps, light and dark. Now unfolded into limitless color combinations
And so the world becomes your final canvas, ready to be painted into an everchanging Masterpiece.