Dreams and time collide and the shapes are dismantled with debris. A sharp light flashes through, leaving a trace of time, and the unstoppable heart reaches an endless force. The beating heart of the beast struggles with reality, and the race instinct never stops.
Quiver in the wind
The racer runs in a long forest. The rustling wind in the forest makes me a resting place. The sound of strong wind comes from the forest for a while. Racer is looking for the end of this forest. The wind repeats the moment when the sharp leaves of grass sway and fear and hope intersect.
Instinct of speed
The dynamic painting, expressed in watercolors in 2020, expresses speed with abstract scenery and dripping produced by free brush strokes.