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Where Does Here End?

Oil on wood, 60 x 40 cm, 2017

The fraction the light holds to reach my eyes evades me of this instant. This divisible slice of now is past before I can see. 


Encumbered by a silence that is speaking.


Silence is never empty; it is filled with indefinite words.


The outline of this silhouette is not clear. The edge between the highlight and the shadow blur into a multiplicity of combinations of light-dark, dark-light.


The darkness is not other, just as a void is not an absence of energy or matter.


Nothing is infinite abundance.


The void is yearning and imagining what was, what is and what might be, simultaneously. 

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