Illusive line divides objects. It is insurmountable physically, but it is easily erased with the imagination. It takes only to obliterate this verge and the world of objects will transmute in chaotic circle of substance and paints, from which an individual will recreate world, based on limits and prohibitions.

In the disorderliness of fantasy,
in the vagueness of verges
the truth arises
the truth of Creator…
Is it able to loose the truth from the carcass of the Universe order?