May I recognize all sounds as my sound,
May I recognize all light as my light,
May I recognize all rays as my ray.
I work as a medium-artist. Without ego and I make myself through.
My peers are humble, sincere and gentle. Pathos/empathy
and passion are stripped of their peculiarities to make room for the
nature of being.
Detachment is still a long way off. I understand light and shadow.
The colors are not feelings (as for Kandinsky) but are breaths,
osmositic form of the universe.