I’m in my studio in New York. In the background, the sirens never cease.
I step outside to take out the litter, and there it is—a small painting, leaning on its side, abandoned as if it meant nothing.
Whoever created it left it behind.

This discovery made me reflect: we all deserve a second chance, a new level of consciousness.

In this artwork, timid watercolors fade into the background, while fiery brushes stake their claim.