Oil on Italian linen canvas.
W 70 x H 70 x D 2.2 cm.
Inspiration comes as a gentle command. Every night the shower of inspiration overwhelms the mind. I keep silent during the day, keep under the clutter of intellectual moving. Thinking is moving. In Nature there are no straight lines or perfect circles or equal distances. But the mind sees what the eyes cannot, and the moving with the mind is straight, and perfect and equal. When I woke up the morning this picture was in my mind, for a split second with infinite detail. I dedicated the day for executing without plans and ideas. In contentment.