Unknown unrecognisable freedom
Seemingly expressing through painting
THE MYSTERY THAT IS 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 moulding revealing a sculpture, words forming a poem. This is exquisite, breathtaking, extraordinary. What seems like something is nothing. What is nothing seems to be something. 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.