There is a place in the galaxy, where there are so many stars huddled together that the night sky would be almost as bright as day.
The universe is very much alive. Filled with places where all rules break down, places where size and time have no meaning. Anything is possible, we just have to wrap our minds around it first. However, until recently we did not have any visual bearing of the universe beyond what our imagination could muster. We couldn't fully grasp how beautiful it could be, like a ghost it remained a specter of theory, and much of it still is. It wasn't until the late nineteen seventies that we had any clue what most of our neighborly planets actually looked like. In fact, it wasn't until 2016 that we even knew what poor little Pluto looks like! Of course, so much of understanding space relies on pushing beyond what you can see, but it's still wondrous, shocking (and humbling) to actually see it. Like a daydream reaching across into our realm, materializing before our eyes.
My father once told me about when he was growing up professors often had to rely on bizarre but unique drawings of stars and planets, visuals speculating on what these interstellar phenomena actually looked like. As actual images and new data came in, most of these artistic curios were unfortunately thrown away. Still, that planted the seed in my mind of using outer space images as direct subject matter for paintings, bringing that cycle full circle. With the beauty out there, I'm surprised few others have done this, in fact I honestly don't know what genre to place it.
It's a landscape beyond land, a skyscape beyond the sky.