In 1965 I was hit by a train at a crossing and killed. In 1994 I died twice, once on the operating table and then in the recovery room. Look up "Having Died, Robert Canaga" Anyway, this last series of paintings are about the wonder of going and the joy, and pain, of coming back.
This one, All Three Worlds, speaks to me of the wonder of dimensions and levels of ways we are entwined with the other side even if we have not visited, yet.
Oil on American Easel panel, 30x30 unframed.