Space

I felt that pressing in to the depths of God I was swimming in the depths of space. That in the intensity of what man would term a black hole I was to keep pressing in – into the intensity.. into the brooding… into the place where all colour and light comes forth. Where it appears dark but is actually colour squished and waiting to explode into a myriad of colours. Those that we see and know, and those that we do not yet see and know.

This was painted over Christmas period 2012.