I painted my bedroom to reminisce the time and events we lost on track in 2020. Inspired by Dreams Of A Sleeping World by Oscar Oiwa and a man from Philadelphia…
The sensation that life is a dream, has somehow been on my mind ever since I was a child. As I grew older, during my adolescence and young adulthood I took life more objectively and felt that plots, relationships, and processes, were either under my control or by somebody else.
A spiritual master once told me to look for the answer in Maya, the cosmic illusion. I searched and found a story maybe you can help me to tell?
All people, all possible permutations of change are the same. One matter, One Energy, One Lighted mind, and one unpredictable turn made me stay..and waited for the light on the other side to turn on.
I should thank you for giving me another eye to see. So when I gaze into the horizon where the road stretches miles long meeting the skyline, like I was meeting your eyes when you gently roll up your eyelid in the early morning. And I hear your skin was whispering to me that the last night’s sleep has washed off your tiredness. And I felt nothing in this world matters to me as long as I have you and that is all I need..
