A state of cosmic concern
by Christos Polydorou
Is worrying a universal condition? I hope so. I have been in a state of cosmic concern for as long as I can remember. My empathy is a thing that crushes me. I react, retort, banter, balloon, explode, silence. Whatever has put me here has put me here to paint. Whoever loves me is looking for me as I am looking for him on a daily basis in all the faces I see.