Eared-Handed, Flowerbacked

This man looks at the world from below.

His head is not a summit, but a root. Instead of a beard, there are teeth, with a cloud woven between them.

He does not speak - his silence itself creates form.

He does not listen - he touches with his ears.

His hands have grown from his ears; with his fingertips, he caresses reality.

Two flowers grow from his back.

One bends inward, concealing something grey and red.

The other blooms openly, balancing between sensuality and exhaustion.

And somewhere in the shadow behind it  - a shoe.

Because even when the world is upside down, he keeps moving forward.

This painting is about broken symmetry, in which everything is exactly where it belongs.

About sensitivity growing from complex forms.

About finding support in one’s own ears.

About a man who carries flowers on his back.