I am struck by this one's beauty, the unassuming atmosphere it creates, the world this patch of field creates, what it suggests and what it suggests beyond the frame. It seems like a fragment of another world. The flowers keep me tenuously toward this patch of field and this reality, but the dots start to speak of galaxies and space, out there, never experienced. All this I can see, but only by my scale. I cannot escape my view, my scale. I cannot escape my allotted existence and my allotted perception. I am made for this perception, this perception fits me, anything else would probably cause insanity, pain, torture or oblivion. If I could experience the perception of God, would it destroy me? In this painting, I do not try to hide the brush marks, or construction marks. I inevitably and unconsciously edit them out in my perception, though, to create a unified and acceptable image. So I imagine, that perhaps, even if I had the apparatus of God, I would unconsciously edit out things that opposed my preconceived notions about what makes a unified and acceptable image, and thus my perception, at any point in time, would be limited by me and my development up to that point.