The Eternal Prism Within
It all started from nothing. Then a dot appeared in the middle of the universe. And then it bloomed.
How can that be? How can something so complex start from absolutely nothing?
Our art (manifested through our hands, our mind, our words, our music, our calling) is the external reflection of our human experience, of being alive. To create for the sake of creating, to love for the sake of loving, to find beauty in everything for the sake of finding beauty in everything. It doesn't need an explanation, it is simply a reflection of ourselves and each other.
We were once nothing. We were once non-existent. But look at us now.
Artist pens on paper