All started with a need to sit down. I wanted to draw some lines. A ruler was on my table. Scissors still warm from my hands. Good cottoned paper. A pen. A couple of colors.
So it went.
Transposed. Being the spectator now, when it's all done and finished, I see the beauty of it all and it unravels into a story, which, yet again, I claim to not have known while being in the state of creaion
While these were in fact just pieces of metal laying on a wooden surface, the measurements seem to be strategically placed. Who knows, maybe I should have drawn three or four rulers. Guess it may be expanded into a series, as well. But that's the future and we'll let it be.
Art grows with time and becomes larger and larger every day and minute that you think about it. Thoughts are matter/waves that we freely create, perhaps? May that be a reason for an expanding universe? It looks like life itself - a something that grows until it collapses.
Hence this painting/drawing not more and not less that a universe in itself. A universe in a state of life. It is still growing. Not mature, yet. And that holds beauty. Aarghh. That shall be fine with me.