Beyond the isle of temptation..

Long distance is sometimes covered with small steps that spread trough eternity. Many goals cannot be achieved trough small frame in time, neither looking too far. All the mistakes of extreme view can lead you towards standing still in time. Waiting for the moment when you will be called out, judged and evaluated again for the next big show in the material world. Every horizon is just another star gate that leads us deeper in true form of reality, spreading trough vast space and trough countless dimensions. What are we actually searching for? Is there any reason for us to go deeper into our lives? We all do that, and in every point denying what is truly ours in that story out of this world. In every day there is something we like, even in the day when we die. That day is celebration of transition, beginning of another journey on everlasting trip trough time. The grey shores spreads trough the land that I paint with great speed, sky is falling down slowly and forever. Night is here but it will never come; only the darkness will suddenly appear in the moment of my greatest fear. Fear of loosing what I had just moment ago within my hands. Shore, sea and the sky. Only life can represent the end in the reality where time does not exist. Sleep, eyes without the rest, never ending struggle and things we have to carry on our soul..