I can tell that we are close but I cannot see you. I cannot hear you. I cannot touch you. I know you are on the other side of the wall that separates this earthly life and whatever lay beyond. I try to thin the wall to merely a veil. I desire to peer beyond. I long to see, even if only a glimpse, into your new world. Are there colors? Are there textures? Does form resemble form or are atoms spread into some beautiful representation of energy, beyond my wildest fantasy? Obsessively, I think of you. I paint where we collide.

Can you hear me? Am I close?