This painting
was an attempt to illustrate the impression of a haunting night, impending
insomnia, bereavement and being captured by a nightmare of real confinement,
and by insomnia and delusion of a dream.
When feeling
seems to sharpen and vision blurs, colors slowly disappear, contours blur, and
darkness swirls into inscrutable shapes…
Something blurred, disappeared,
happened. The world stopped for a moment. Feeling frozen. I look through the sheet
of glass… It’s cold
