Laundry day is a painting in suspension. Suspension of matter and time in the intersection of heavens and earth, where the wind blows and we seem not able to fly nor be attached to the ground. It’s about everything in between and neither of those. Feelings and objects, possibilities and doubt. All together and perhaps none.

Confusion and instability can, sometimes, be our best ally, become your best shot. Nothing in life is guaranteed, except the end of it. May we live before we leave. Art is air, art is air.