Transcending. Leaking through the floor boards of the outer shell. A minute ago it was dark in the room - now it is the endless ocean. Ideas-fishes are coming in and out of my head. I let them stay, I let them go, I just let them.. The outer shell is falling off, tender like Midna’s belly. The inner shell is revealed - I transcend. I am a solid-liquid matter. - "Transcendental", 28 x 36 in., oil on canvas on panel - next week - artwrok release @moderneden. Info: [email protected]