Between two dots I create a rhyme, I design my vision in ethereal colors
I search for truthful lines, in that space of time.
That time is mine, it is between me and creation, we flirt and twirl with curved lines.
I guide my hands, to pull a string from a dead point, to create fullness, to reassume my thoughts and to take me away from any stillness. From dots and colors, diverging expectation, bringing together, the harmony of creation.