The endless river of words is in balance only when it flows without attachments.
Not one word is more important than the other, each one is different and it serves only the moment, before vanishing in the wind.
Light gives shape to the fog and we want to grab what exists only in our visual field, it’s been said that each thing has its centre which is clearly revealed to those who can hear the sound of change.
Leaves are wise because when it’s time they leave the tree and let the wind carry them to a new reality.
The never-ending line is made by countless dots.
– Accumulation –
Enamel on canvas
100x70x4cm
2019
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