This whole series started as an experiment, and ended up with what felt like a self portrait. This whole series started as an experiment and ended up with what felt like a self-portrait. As an artist, you decide to enter a scene where your vulnerabilities reveal to the rest of the world. Inspiration blows away by the slightest breeze and is as fragile as the rising smoke. One can only hope to be present when inspiration is there. Then, one moment later, it may be gone.
“A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke”
Vincent Van Gogh
