June Gloom

A storm of objects and feelings in my mind makes me recognize the need to materialize them in a space, there is a haze of sadness, there is a beauty in its color, there is an abstract truth in its form, they are thoughts that pass, move and exist in my imagination but when they are painted they become real, tangible, they materialize, but I cannot recognize them, that creates sadness, but that also gives me the freedom to create them beyond their identity, they make me paint them in another habitat, in a space two-dimensional in search of the three-dimensional.