“If time is an illusion, why do we confine our human experience within its bounds? Measuring love in months, Success in years, Patience in hours, While lives slip away in mere seconds. I’ve vowed to use time as a gentle reminder, Of the present, the past, and the unpredictable future. My heart aches for souls trapped in an eternal timer, May they find solace in the world of my painting. In this world, there are three kinds of people: Those who seek to manipulate time, Those consumed by…