THE MYSTERY OF THIS
Everything appearing and seemingly "expressed" is the aliveness of freedom. From the unknown what seems to happen is paint expressing on canvas, charcoal caressing paper, bronze forming to reveal a sculpture, and words forming a poem. This is exquisite, breathtaking, extraordinary. What seems like something is nothing. This is completely mysterious. This seems to be expressed by someone - a person with a name - but essentially no-one has expressed this. There is no owner of what cannot be owned, named, understood. Freedom is what seems to look like a painting, a person. Pure emptiness.