fine art drawings

Space has always been a kind of allegory of death to me. As a child, I often wandered in my thoughts in search of meaning and significance, and the infinity of space and the eternity of death always filled me with panic. I wonder if it’s possible that one day a black hole will swallow us up—what would happen to us then, and could it happen suddenly? In my mind’s eye, I saw a comet striking the Earth, the ocean forming a gigantic wave. I watched as it grew and waited. We were all waiting. I looked at the starry night sky with wonder and fear. To give something a face is to familiarise it. What is familiar is no longer frightening. The celestial bodies reveal to me a pantheon of ancient gods. I still turn to them in my search, but no longer with fear, but with fascination. How to capture eternity, how to describe emptiness, how to contain the boundless on a sheet of paper. I see myself reflected in many faces; light is reflected in them, and light and darkness cannot exist without each other’s context. People form constellations of stars, and all the stars are souls. Emotions spill onto the paper, flowing onward. Symbols dance, alternately hiding and screaming. Introspection of experiences, shaping thoughts, giving form to emotions. Journeys in search of answers.