Alan E Butzbach Artist & Musician

An abstract of anywhere, any day every day in the realm of reality of confusion.

Beneath the shroud of cosmic silence, distant stars flicker like ancient wounds—scars upon the fabric of eternity. Galaxies spiral in a slow ballet, burdened by forgotten stories and dreams that slipped, unheeded, into the void. Here, time itself limps forward, dragging the weight of lost civilizations and unanswered prayers. Yet amid this sorrow, light persists—a testament to hope’s stubborn bloom, ever reaching through the endless night.

Running, moving, holding on in an abstract world to make sense of anything or nothing.