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.