A woman in a green jumper kneels on a floor of pastel tiles, feeding a cat whose body is set with gears and which trails sparks behind it. Her own face rises behind her, translucent and full of stars, while laughing children come running in from the upper left. At the right a stack of suitcases pours out a ribbon of road leading into a sky of clouds and softly glowing windows. Glowing mushrooms and bubbles holding galaxies lie in the foreground.

The Way Inward

A woman kneels in a familiar scene while behind her a second, cosmic version of herself appears. A mechanical cat, children, suitcases and an unfurling road join the everyday to the imagined. Yet the road does not simply lead into the distance — it seems rather to lead into an inner space. Past experience and future possibility lie there side by side. The cosmic figure can be understood as a hidden self, larger than the visible person. “The Way Inward” speaks of self- knowledge, and of how the longest journey sometimes takes place inside one's own consciousness.