Nietzsche believed life to be a dancer
and T.S. Eliot believed that "there is only dance".

When I was drawing her face, I realised that her face is without
definite features because in life the face that is being formed is
our own, therefore the dancer has your face.

"I dance after you, I follow you even when only the slightest
traces linger. Where are you? Give me your hand!
Or just your little finger!"

I desire to understand the fire of the maker.
Nietzsche was very similar to Heraclitus—"fire is the fundamental substance (there you have brilliant yellow); everything, like a flame in fire, is born by the death of something else.

All my paintings have yellow in them;
it is a defiance against the "dying of the light".