MEDIUM: Acrylic on canvas

The expanses of the universe could only be measured through hope. Hope is a beautiful thing. The hope of finding a home, the hope of falling in love, the hope of seeing the universe to the edges of it, and then to topple it. Skulls and stars might be too far, but it doesn’t stop us from finding them. It doesn’t ruin our hope of finding things that are foreign to us. It doesn’t stop us. The human experience is ingrained in hope and in love. Of finding stars and skulls that don’t exist. Of trying and trying