Acrylic on wood, ready to hang.
Signed on the front.
All living seems to arise from a past that was pre-conscious. In my paintings the artery of heaven is still bleeding. Living now in the field of repeated fables I hold onto my first moment diligently. All the clutter of life can't take away from the depth of this first infinity. When the eye opened, light threw darkness into the abyss. A gene and a single moment set in motion a personal mythology.