Eyes from underfoot …
I have learned to respect all passersby – to see myself in others. The sense of self in the universe taught me not to throw garbage down the street.
So far everything was fine, but today I was stopped by the drawing under my feet. The fairy’s eyes stared at me from under my feet – I felt paralyzed. I was afraid to even cross.
On the other hand, it was good to check where and how I was moving.
in other words, the artwork greatly expanded my spatial awareness: painting taught me to think in images and left at the bus station..
I reminded the wise Frank Stella’ saying, “I don’t like to say I have given my life to art. I prefer to say art has given me my life”