aw17 // Sub-Abstract //

Fall Winte 2017


A surface, smooth, upside down, is rough.
A half glass. The fullness and emptiness of liquid that fills it.
Look ahead and then back, finding to be close and also far,
where origin, does not have place, nor being, nor form.
Inviolate feelings. Abandoned preconceptions.
Stare reality in the face, with courage, and do not recognize it,
or know it all too well.
And then reduce it to the bone, but with care.
Embrace its lines, shapes and colours,
children of a pure personal sensitivity.
Thoughts ever more rarefied,
dissolved in the continuity of the absence of interruptions.
Until reflecting, from the inside,
and find the substrate, impalpable of the essence.


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