How we know the world is how we experience it through our senses. If our senses are distorted by whatever means, that also becomes a part of our reality.

Once I had this experience of the world floating in dust motes of colorful confetti, I searched for an explanation. Buddhist teaching revolves around a point of view reached in the world of acintya, or “no-thought,” where the unity of all opposites becomes a vivid experience. This experience is very difficult to describe in three-dimensional consciousness. I have friends who have reached this state through prolonged meditation. They have never quite been able to explain it to me, but all report this feeling of unity with the world, a sense of being a tiny particle in the scheme of things and having a tremendous sense of well-being or universal love.

A similar thing exists in the world of relativistic physics where force and matter are unified.

This tells me that I had experienced something that does, in fact, exist in our universe, but is rarely experienced on this plane.

Since then, I searched for a way to convey this experience in paint.