My mind rebels at stagnation.
Give me problems, give me work, give me the most detailed patterns or the most intricate cohesion, and I am in my own proper atmosphere.
I can dispense them through color, through my brushstrokes.
I am me when I am in my thoughts. Colors bust from my eyes. My senses, inhaling texture, sounds dancing on my skin and the taste of love liberates my soul.
Embark on this journey of my mind.
A modern cubist abstract 5400 x 7200 px DPI 300