Primary No. 2

Fabric

Primary No. 2

The tree that fabricates colors with is metaphorical fruit, paints a painting in a metaphysical sense of the movement of the eyes as it sees the fruit falling from the tree.

• Fabric Series

• Physics Equation Sub-Series

• Abstract Drift

• Acrylic On Canvas 40x69

• One - One

• Inconnu's 2025

Three colors, from scratch to the final mixture in the movement, just as the colors mix, the painting is painted my only the idea of movement to create something new from the scratch of just three colors moving together mixing on the canvas.

Eye movement, moving the colors on the canvas with the mind, like following a trace of an in-print to see the world in high definition, with a contrast of one’s own in-print is to see the world like a work of art, designed with a deep purpose on mind, just like one’s own eyes…

Sclera to the touch of the painting, like the white in between movement of colors, like a sign of a person on paper, a sign in ones own eyes just by the perception of color, like an in-print of the fabric of their world, just as they move their eyes to see, the fabric of their world interprets what they see, to the mind to take place, just as the perception of the color of ones own eyes like seeing one’s own iris in a mirror, to what is happening behind one’s own pupil at the moment of seeing this painting, like a painting in their mind; like firework in the mind, the sharpness of the mind with the eyes, something live and sharply hard.

Eyeball movement, left to right, up and down, just like following the marks of the colors to see what shape they make without the other colors, or maybe just seeing the color mixing together as the pass on top of other color, eye movement like a reflection of the eyes on the canvas, painted only by the movement of the eyes.

Reflections like colors to the mind, like expanding on ones own perception by reflecting on life with just the three primary colors, is like a window to the minds to explore the darkest part of the mind, like three color moving on plane of being one with the world, like traveling to the fabric of one’s own mind and understanding every bit of it…

The three fabricated colors from the physics equation from the tree that fabricates colors with a metaphorical fruit, moves the eyes that paint the painting like the following of the fruit falling from the tree to the ground, and in a blink of an eye the painting was painted, but was it that easy? Growing the fruit to the falling of the tree, just to paint a painting with the movement of falling from the tree?

Eye movement in a mirror, just like painting the canvas with one’s own eye, like seeing one’s own eyes in a mirror moving from left to right, up and down, or not moving like moving one’s own head from left to right while keeping eye contact with ones own eyes, another world to the wise mind, a window in the mind…