Note: Text in sketch is rough. The content below shows revision and my be revised again once moving to the painting stage.
Gazing into the infinite, he feels his body under go its' metamorphosis – silicon transforming into flesh, veins forming, blood pulsating and a rhythm within his chest. He opens his mouth and tastes the cool wind – he now knows he is part of the universe. He understands how full the wasteland is, a pathway for the mind to wander and expand as it examines avenue after avenue of thought. Here with the wastelands it will all change.