Angelica Candido

After the Big Bang

//Filling an Empty Cup//Sometimes I feel as light as a pencilor the opaqueness of oil. My hand gestures with the wind and my feet dig into the soil. I’m grounded by the bird song filling the soundless blue sky.Then contemplate the velocity of the bees that pass by. My cup becomes empty, away from worries, desires, words, and memory. What’s the use of filling a cup with neither positive or negative energy? Empty. No expectations, no future,or past, or this nor that. In a world of obscurity, who's to saywhat’s fiction or what’s fact. We’re one out of a billion stars, planets, and galaxies across the skies.One rule here is not the same definite rule that applies.

“This was inspired by the time I found a black cat, Buwan, in the forest. I began feeding her every day and although she didn't show up most of the time, by the next morning, her food was always gone. After two months, a stranger caught her and we took her to the animal shelter together. After a few weeks passed by, I got to take Buwan home and she has been living with me ever since.Traces of Buwan's paw prints are seen on the top part of the painting, as well as sketches and fossil remains to imitate those found in Chauvet Cave 32,000 years ago. Gestural marks of the big bang explosion cover the midground with all its particles floating through space, while traces of the past are mixed in with the present to show that what is gone is never lost. The particles from the big bang are still present around us today and remain in constant flux in the great dance of the cycle of life.”