Tree Of Life Painting

I felt nothing. And this "nothing" was still expressing something with itself, it felt like a splinter, then like an ocean in which you are drowning - with pleasure and acceptance. Until this journey to the bottom remained unspoken, "nothing" remained nothing and at the same time wanted to speak. And I let it. When it sounded, something separated from me in the outside world. The process began, the process opposite to silence. When it was over, I felt nothing. But in front of me were my paintings. * It all begins as a fugue in the darkness but then moves upward toward paradise.