In solitude, the artist discovers a different kind of divinity, the stillness where creation begins. Darkness gathers not as void, but as a boundless canvas for what has yet to be imagined. A single figure sits in quiet communion with himself. The raw essence of creation grows and unfurls, a living exchange between thought and mystery. In this sacred isolation, creation is born from the courage to wander one’s own strange and magical depths. Solitude honors the private act of creation, the freedom to listen as the universe itself unfolds at one’s fingertips.