I’m letting myself deeper into images visions processing emotions and thoughts, everything that touches me. There are no good or bad, but right, not right. I’m moving forward leaving traces and making my next move clear for me. Warmer, warmer, yes, that. Keep going.
How on earth that could have any meaning, any use?

I guess it’s unique for everyone as a meaning of life. Sometimes it can get lost, re-evaluated, reconsidered, reappear, or evolve. I will take a small detour from the meaning of art. From my perspective, there are similar matters.
To get the meaning of life I think about death. How is it- to be alive? I have a body, mind, ego, emotions thoughts views. How is it to have no body? Hypothetically, if I assume it is possible to have the outside-of-the-body expense, it would be not connected with any physical conditions such as levels of hormones, emotions, pain, pleasure, worries, etc. It would be pure witnessing. My ego is rooted in my body, I want it to look good, to feel pleasure, to have and enjoy nice things. There is no one to enjoy without the body. There are no neurons to experience emotions and feelings, no blood to rush, and no skin to be touched.

It leads me to the idea that life- equals experiencing. Feeling throughout. Sometimes I fantasize that what if we are part of a complex bigger creature like a celestial body, and we are some kind of bacteria that serves as a taste receptor - papillae on the tongue. And we have a purpose to feel and evolve. To be clear I’m not religious, and there is no worship of the great celestial body.

If life- equals experiencing, then art is a way to increase a volume. It is a catalyst.