GALAXY NO 2

I drift through the vast, expanding orbits of “Galaxy Nos 1 - 2 - 3”, where time, truth, and existence spiral outward, warping and stretching beyond recognition. These works pull me toward their center, demanding reflection on humanity’s place in the universe—our past, our present, and the uncertain trajectory ahead.

Galaxy No. 1 is vibrant, alive with energy. It pulses with possibility, as if creation itself is still unfolding. The young generations are full of light, moving outward into space, seeking truth, knowledge, and meaning. But even in this brilliance, distortion lingers. The gravitational pull of misinformation, power struggles, and environmental neglect tugs at the edges, threatening to twist the orbit into chaos.

Galaxy No. 2 grows unstable. The rings shift, colors dim, and uncertainty spreads like a solar storm. Sovereign citizens reject the laws that once bound societies together, while right-leaning politicians warp ideals to fit their own agendas. The universe expands, but at what cost? We are moving further from the center, from unity, from the fundamental truths that once guided us.

Galaxy No. 3 fades into sepia-toned entropy. The spirals have slowed, the energy dissipated. The light is almost gone. Have we stretched too far, too thin, too distant from what made us whole? Or is there still a force strong enough to pull us back toward cohesion, toward survival? The galaxy watches, waiting for our answer.