Kiez's Art

While painting, my thoughts take on a life of their own. I find myself pondering the strangest questions.

Only a cat watch me working, and I wonder if he appreciate my art? What emotions does it evoke in him? I once grabbed my cat and asked, 'Hey Mèo, who's operating this world? What's the purpose? What's the output? Where does it all go?'

He looked at me with such pity, like I was crazy, then turned away without a word. Maybe he knew. He just didn't know how to explain to me.

I feel a sense of unease, a disconnect from the world around me. These thoughts come and go, as fleeting as a brushstroke. I can't explain them, but they guide my brush. I'll let my art explore these feelings, even if it seems illogical.

Perhaps my cat can sense it too.