An impression of a rebirth or a new beginning, a so-longed-for hope. A breaking out of a gloomy and felt-heavy waiting. Nature saying: “I can’t hold you anymore; crack out and burst, blow, rock!. A desire to shout out “hurray” from the top of your lungs with as much joy and delight, relieving a deep-hold breath, to be able cry out happiness. A birth cry, a sharp pain reflecting existence of life and good old relief at the end.

The hot pinks and yellows of the unquenchable fire within us breaks through earthy tones which have become a shell enveloping and putting us to sleep.
As long as we recall the fact the sun exists, hope never ends. The colors of hope and sun will always be there.

Another story of the Sun and the Eye. The sun, symbolizing hope, will pour into our soul with all of its warmth clearing off all black clouds, obstacles, mountains, cliffs, whatever. It will be the Eye, a powerful stare, blowing out the evil.