in the atelier
Points and Lines to Planes
Do you have an idea?
An Arm and a Leg for Peace
What shape does peace take, when every eye sees it differently?
Is peace still peace, when it wounds itself to be seen?
One-eyed koi, eight golden scales
In the grain of the wood on which I painted this picture, I saw an eye a blind eye. From this gaze emerged the koi with its eight golden scales.
Without a dorsal fin, marked by age.
I encountered a similar koi in a Japanese garden temple complex.
