I occasionally try to imagine what it would have been like before everything. Prior to creation, there was no time, no space, no matter. No light. No dark. No past. But all of the future. It is hard to get my head around it. Even harder to express in a work of art.
What was it like waiting for the first sunrise?
I have black wooden desk where I spend most of my time.
It provides a lot of reflection.
It is waiting for creation.
