The world in it is me Painting

Sometimes I wake up And I can't understand for a long time - Whether it was me... or someone else. Sleep leaves fragments of voices in me, Glances, touches, Feelings that Do not coincide with reality, But they seem really mine. At such moments, I seem to fall into the depths. As if someone - or something - Dissolves the threads, Connecting me With something ancient, elusive, Almost forgotten. I allow myself not to know, Not to explain. Just to be. Just feel. An image is born from this silence. My own story, In which time goes back, And everything becomes possible. I create my paintings from the unconscious, they depict the stories and myths of our world.