Descent Into the Unconscious.

Descent Into the Unconscious. oil on burlap. 91 x 86 cm. 2025

I stood at the edge of a pond surrounded by dense vegetation. The air was still, and the water lay dark and silent before me. In my hands, I held a fishing rod and cast my line into the pond.

As I watched the water, my attention was drawn upward to the sky. There I saw Venus. The planet appeared unusually large and luminous, and I sensed that it was moving closer to the Earth.

Slowly, Venus began to descend. I watched in awe as it drew nearer and nearer until it hovered just above the pond. Then, with quiet inevitability, it entered the water. Yet it did not sink completely beneath the surface. Part of it remained visible, glowing softly where water and sky seemed to meet.

I continued fishing, standing silently at the water's edge. It felt as though I had entered a place beyond ordinary reality—a threshold where the celestial and the earthly touched one another. Venus rested between the depths and the heavens, neither fully submerged nor fully above the water.

The pond remained still. The planet's pale light shimmered upon the surface, illuminating the boundary between the known and the unknown.

5 September 2025