𝑶𝑩𝑺𝑰𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑵𝑨 / 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥

The unconscious is a cave full of mysteries. From liquid to solid, that is the movement we make from birth to what we call death. The wet knowledge of painting can be our bridge between the cave of our unconscious and a reality beyond time and space. . Acrylic and ink on paper