This day is more than just a date. It is time both stretched and compressed, interwoven with Dublin's breath and thoughts that never find rest. Here, thought runs untamed by logic, where every phrase is like a flicker of light in the fog of consciousness.
"Yes, always to begin the day — and again." In this endless repetition, like a spiral of time, lives each step of Bloom — a search for self and for the world, a dissolving and a becoming, all at once. The painting is chaos and order, a stream of consciousness rendered in color and form, where reality and fiction play hide-and-seek. There is no beginning or end here, only the eternal search and the question: "What does it mean to be?"
"— What does it mean?
To be.
To be?"
Abstraction is a labyrinth of thoughts and feelings, a reflection of an inner journey, where each line is a thread leading back to oneself. It is a space where doubts and hopes, fears and courage coexist.
June 16th - the day when time becomes story, and story becomes the endless flight of the soul.
