Beyond the Kingdom

In the kingdom I proclaim, there are many forms of truth. Many seem vague and undefined by this life that unfolds alongside visions of an alternative reality, where others can have an impact. One must sense those who are arriving and those who are going far away, where the chance of seeing them again even once in your lifetime seems almost impossible. By necessity, in this world that bores me, I seek out colors where many have lost them entirely — these fleeting illusions that devour my soul from within. In my own time, I accept that I am merely a painter who, over time, wants to try to tell a story.