About This Artwork: When I sketched the drawing for this painting, I scribbled these words: Fragility, symmetry, absurdity. An existential crisis coming up the road. Neglecting the universe, I feel like no one knows what I feels or sees. Isn't that just like an artist? Passionate, hopeful, confused... Yet, perhaps there is no conscious universe. Life is just time occurring over and over--the spiral that stops and turns back on itself. And I see no possible reason for this. Do you?