The immersion, the self-surrender in the mystery of creation is natural, yet it is strange that the two artists truly identify in this passionate plunge, as they transcend, obscure, forget visible reality with their forms never seen in the process, their melting, flowing matrices.
Their special, translucent, fluid worlds are now still, yet they seem to flow. The glass melts warmly and fills the space provided, the paint is tamed but spreads out on the support. Everything moves and surrounds you, collapsing around the viewer regardless of dimension.