It is necessary to find a source of inner movement, one that stirs up turbulences in the body—those that are both frightening and delightful at the same time. Nature, with its vast array of forms and colors, enters through the eyes and unleashes small electric impulses that make the brush move. The human being, a paradoxical creature whose behavior surprises daily, can provoke tears of joy and restore faith in humanity with a single act, while simultaneously causing tears of rage and a sense that all is lost; this also makes the brush move. Add a bit of psychedelia, and you get half-human animals, dreamlike scenarios, and rebellious gradients blended in the subconscious.