Self-reflection.
60x60x4. canvas on stretcher, acrylic, potal 2018
It's quite easy to get lost in this labyrinth, there are way too many turns, dead ends and dark alleyways in here and the walls are endlessly tall. I ended up here when I was just a child, and I wandered around until I finally found a thread. It was thin and fragile at first, ready to rip at the slightest touch, but I always managed to find it again. These days the thread goes right through me, binding me to the labyrinth. I walk confidently now, and I know that the labyrinth has no ending, that it will just keep growing forever. This does not scare me; I came to know every dead end, which I can now turn into a blooming arch; I came to know every alleyway, and I'm not intimidated by the dark anymore. I'm discovering more of this labyrinth inside of me, and the path that I'm walking becomes wider and lighter each moment, and it gleams like gold.