“Painting is listening by eyesight.”
Painting is listening by eyesight. Then, what is drawing? Grasping.

The shades of light in nothingness are time. Between each breath, the opening to death.

The painting is a frozen track of living motion.
Accessing the image, mind steps out of time.

The Void is omnipresent, even in my own body.
The Void is Infinity.

How is quality recognized in a shared learning process?
Is it by the moment of silence?

The animal lives fully in its sensual experience, apparently; a state of mind which I am freed from – or deprived of. Only instantaneously, my animal body connects with the spiritual potential of my mind: a short-circuit, a lightning. Beauty.

The darkness of space carries all light unseen of the universe.

Growing older allows a more complex perception of rhythms.

a hare finding its way through the forest, senses open all around;
the attentive mind

the hunter, set and sharp, tracking its trail;
the reflective mind

and the hunter will kill the hare,

over and over again