Quietness

Sometimes the outside world is too noisy. At those times I withdraw into myself. I become silent, I embrace my own colors. When darkness and light touch my inner voice speaks to me: “You are still here.”

There is a return in this work, but not outward but inward, just like me. It is as if each color is a peeling away of one of my emotions. The warmth of my colors is entwined with the depth of my silence.