In the Chaos of Theory

271 H x ~386 W cm, Acrylic, mud from the Yellow River, mineral pigments, varnish and oil pastel on canvas tarp

The tumultuous currents of my consciousness like the roaring waters of the Yellow River. My life's philosophy adrift amidst loss, crashing upon shores. My values shattered and rebuilt, again and again. Time's river ceaselessly flows into the boundless ocean.

If only I could climb beyond mountains and borrow the stars’ blinking eyes, I could glimpse into the Milky Way. Truth unveiled as illusion, rightness marred by flaw. The blank page, a return to zero.