Oil pastel on canvas 50 x 60 cm.
There is a silence and something very soft and delicate.
And there are the fine thin silvery greylines, like the threads of a cobweb in autumn, they connect everything, and they cluster together in life forms and they continu to exist after death, they are indicating the spirit world, conveying to my eyes what can't be seen. They move and wander but they move as in a timeless dreamspace and that is the nature of that silence.
There are many layers of lines like intersecting universes, different worlds present at the same time.