Original Paintings
A painting can be an infinite window to somewhere else.
Infinite Jewels
I place small drops of paint, one at a time, and call them Infinite Jewels.
They seem to mean something that opens toward infinity.
What that is, I don’t yet know.
They might be vibrations, or souls.
Stars, memories, or something that has no name.
In each painting, they become something different.
I keep placing them without knowing, letting my hand move as it will.
What do you see in Infinite Jewels?
