Rubbish.
It's really nice garbage but something that remains as a sort of by-product of a living process only.
During this process there is no imitating, no illustrating; this "work" is an act of surrender to something, which is much bigger than perception; bigger than this person and her abilities but also includes them. If there wouldn't be so much misuse of this word one could say it's a "religious" act.
This surrendering is not to keep out of its way: Already that would be too much. It means to let it be. Not letting it grow, because this is memory and expectation. Also such subtle states of mind are disturbing the surrender to the flow of existence.
(Nobody is able to disturb the flow itself, because there is nobody, that can face it: We all are inside the flow, not facing it. Always. And that what we think about it is inside the flow too.)
Its about accepting the happening that is right here.
Everybody who wants to see these pictures, indeed, who wants to perceive anything at all, has to surrender. Has to withdraw his or her attention from this endless chatter of mind, from explanations and opinions, from all known and has to be new again like a baby not asking for the meaning of things but reacting directly - without knowing why and how.
The best a viewer (and an artist) can do is not to stand in the pictures way. Not adding anything to it, not wanting or avoiding something.
Then freshness could show, the world could be seen as it is now. Pure, clear, glorious and dirty, dull, shabby. But always new, never dead or old … or familiar.
If you don't like what you see: no problem! This is the internet. Look at something different but become empty again.
It's worthwhile.
"I do not express emotions. I don't express anything at all…
At least in my case it's the absolute opposite of thinking." (Iris Lindner)