In ancient times, chaos meant not only disorder, but also the primordial state from which everything arises.
The almost friendly background radiates warmth and energy. The bold black brushstrokes are like forces cutting through the picture – like axes, cracks.
Above them lies white, seemingly random, like a trace of the moment. A moment of hope?
What at first appears to be disorder is perhaps the moment when something new is created.

Acrylic and filler on canvas, 50×70 cm