forms without norms evolved over a longer period of time. again and again, i added new forms, observed how the painting changed, and allowed it to grow slowly over time until no new shape spoke to me anymore.

when i look at it today, i am always fascinated by how differently we perceive forms. every person discovers something different — different patterns, figures, and meanings. what looks like a circle to one person may appear incomplete or entirely different to someone else.

who decides what a form is supposed to look like? and who decides what is right or wrong?

this thought reminds me of the yogic concept of *avidya*. it describes how we rarely see the world as it truly is, but through the filter of our experiences, beliefs, and expectations. just like the forms on this canvas. the forms themselves carry no fixed meaning. it is our mind that begins to interpret them.

to me, this painting is a mirror that neither art nor people have to fit into predefined shapes. that there are countless ways to see, experience, and express the world.

perhaps that is where the beauty lies: we are free to choose our own perspective and to be exactly who we are.