a moment of clarity, wherein all make sense as a coherent whole. Somewhere between free will and destiny, two forces battle for sovereignty. What we perceive as our reality is perhaps the dust kicked up by this eternal battle, beautifully tinted by the setting sun. Sometimes free will wins, sometimes destiny, but for the most part they’re inseparably intertwined in their fiery tango.
Driven by an acute awareness of the definitive termination of his short stroll on the planet, and driven simultaneously by a restless thirst for power and control and a burning desire to explore
Our ancestors trekked through the vast emptiness of the land with ox wagons.
The island is a hand, like that of a hitch hiker’s with thumb leveled. This painting is a reminder that one should perhaps more often let go of the things that constrain us, in our movements, actions and thoughts.