Painting is sort of a mindless conversation with the creator himself.  Or rather a game we humans can play by His rules: the unexpected, the unknown, the strange at first, the unprepared element of existence.  Galaxies are born at the most unusual places in the universe, strange viruses evolve on this planet, yellow dots and red lines run through the canvas at the least expected places, wind shakes the leaves at unexpected moments.

Art is a symbol of human Faith.  Visible touchable "things".  Faces melted into its surroundings.  These are states of mind, moments of feeling a unity with all nature, spare splashes of life so impossible to capture, never the same.  So innocent, often called spacing out, feeling Tao, or feeling God in you, when you know you are God, the universe, the great ALL.  At these moments, the world as you know it (your reality), feels inseparable from you. You are the stars, the wind, the thoughts and in the space between, the thoughts.