The artist wrote a poem for this painting . . and the beginning of it is "I have penetrated the eyelight and I can watch my soul tripping with colorful animated spirits, amber beams dissolve into cosmic streams, igniting glowfires all around me."
From Max Shertz' Essays "Frontiers of Ecstasy"
The artists of convention decay long before their potential has been realized. They negate themselves and disintegrate and live in a world of toxic anxiety
- Subject Matter: Abstract
- Created: 1992
- Collections: Works of the 90's