I was experimenting with lines and emptiness on december 2020 when this piece was born exactly on the 18th, and i decided that this piece was going to be my 1st piece of 2021 but for some reason i didn't do it, since the first time i saw it finished to this day, i display this pieces daily on the big tv on my livingroom and just stare at it, the thing is, i don't know why this piece touch me on a personal level, i love the little things like the shadow under the lines againts the background, the noise in the color in the bakcground, de squares and distortion of the lines that for some reason do not break the order and peace of the piece, it's filled but empty, colorfull but dark, sometimes it's a universe and sometimes an open chest with a soul. It reminds me that i am a lonely weird idiot but sometimes make me smile, so i just shut up and stare at it, but since that's what i am just know that this abstract touch a fiber in me, and i don't know exactly why, i don't know if any other human will ever honestly feel the same yet everything i do is with love. Here is just another piece of myself. With absolute love, kavimaz.