One can learn all the fancy words in the world, become quite a clever beast, and yet still arrive at no certainty. Truth is partially illusion, fairy tale and decor, and extremely limiting, since it's only valid to us, and who are we? We're just passing through, more or less.
We have to invent and possess our truths or we'll lose our marbles.
We are simply not the measure of all the things, the intrinsic essence of ourselves holds infinity within us, but you know, maybe that's all the universe ever does.
Nothing Would Do Anymore
8" X 6"
Original painting made on November 21st, 2025
Ink, watercolor, pen on Khadi handmade cotton rag paper made in Karnataka, South India