Would be pretty complex, when trying to paint her

Would love to touch the hand.

Like a thought, like a presence you can’t explain.

A silver fluid like hand reaching out to the unknown, perhaps once human but now something different. More free, maybe more unfeeling and yet the hand is extended. Are we still human in the digital age? Love and compassion are still emotions we can positively perceive and give to others. We must flow, adapt and remember to leave ourselves open to others. Whatever may be out there.

I gave them my most delicate and intimate feelings…

At this times of technological development, this hand looks like an attempt to reach out, but the hand is frozen, and when you touch it, it melts. Can you really connect? Will it disappear if I reach out and touch it?

It is beautiful. I somehow want to reach for that hand, to hold it and to discover. But I know it is just a material hand, no emotions, no memories. Then it feels cold as ice.

Closer than yesterday and to you.

Touched by the light, seen through

Asking for help is a form of trust and connection with others.

Those hand of glass, it’s a dead feeling but some perfection remains.

When I let go within, feelings of great peacefulness, a soft breathing in the heart, gently approaching knots of contraction or pain. Out of a hard nugget of pain somewhere, a serenely exploding flare of light energy spreads throughout the body. The softly ascending light flare consists of sparkling jewels and precious stones, as if the pain had been a locked-up treasure chest that was suddenly unlocked.

The more my dream are fulfilled the quicklier they become realities losing their shine