Nightmare In The Air No. 1

Love

• Love Series

• Red Apples Sub-Series

• Still Pop Life

• Acrylic On Canvas 40x69

• One - One

• Inconnu's 2025

Memories from home, like a bite of a red apple in another spectrum, The House On The Hilltop stands still above the green grass valley, sometimes cloudy sometimes just the sun above, with the moon coming behind the sun, the green grass fields prevail nature like a strong dominant figure to the human eyes, to just see the green fields blossoming under the hot sun before the rains that feed them, the moon behind like airs of the actual moon hiding behind its own shadow, the magic of nature domains the sky above keeping it cloudy for when is the best time to rain, it rains over the green grass fields, the other moons behind the spectrums of gemstones that gives a sense of wonder to where is one with the universe, for night time to come around and cool those fields with colder winds, just to keep the grass fields flexible and malleable by the blowing winds above the grass, like touching the grass with one hand, a chemical explosion over the roots of the grass, like the dynamite that exploded inside a caved stone mountain just to have those gemstones on hand, like a red apple to the wise mind; Apples the fruits of life in a metaphor, the red color of the apple like temptations under the gold wine; a drop of a new life, like the falling of the apple from the apple tree, just to listen to another apple falling of the tree, like another life in another gemstone in another physical reality, the growing of a red apple, like squares moving clusters in a metaphysical plane that sets a future in time and space, just like the simplicity of life in a physics equation, The fall from the apple tree a good bye with a heartbreak, that sets a brilliant perfect future, like a thunderstorm above the green grass fields a nightmare in the air, to the wrongful bites; the falling of the red apple from the hands that feeds a daymare to the ones that depend on that apple; like a nose with a mouth, what nose smells is what nose talks; The fall from the hand a good bye with a heartbreak…

The hand that feeds you, sees everything right before it happens, to act like I don't know you feed me, is the same as bitting the hand that feeds you, but you never will do even if you get close too it, that is the beauty of life, by its original design the hand that feeds you has the red apple; to let the apple fall is to let them have a nightmare, a reminder of under who's hands are you really?

Not aware of the original work of art the world is by design, the apple falls from the hand and you are back from where you started A Nightmare in the Air...

The weight of the below, the weight of the apple, if the apple weights more you could fall into a nightmare or a daymare, nothing is for sure when you don't know who you are dealing with...

Did it happen? or did not? that is the beauty of life's...

Red Apples, Red Love, A Apple In A Heart;