Everything you see has its roots in the Unseen World.
The Forms may change, yet the Essence stays the same.
Have we meet before? Was it in another life or somewhere in-between?
As it feels like we’ve been doing this dance before – many times.
Far before I ever heard the music playing, the song of time.
Familar Stranger, I know who you are… yet I don’t.
(sketches on A5, using a ballpoint pen, a pencil and watercolour)
