I felt an instinct to create a bug, a giant bug. Then I started. I followed the instinct of my childhood happy and carefree memories, the villages, the starry nights, the insects that I played with, the mountains, the rivers, the blue-blue sky, the whimsical childlike wonder that wanders in the world and the mind.
I move up and down, left and right, wander, explore, experience, create, and imagine in the field made of paper. I felt pure joy, delight, wonder and fun.
When I felt it complete, still I did not know what it is. It is what it is.
Still I don't know
Oil pastel, markers, pencil on cotton paper