Art is a journey into the most unknown thing of all - oneself. Nobody knows his own frontiers… I don’t think I’d ever want to take a road if I knew where it led.
Louis Kahan
Louis Kahan
As soon as man began considering himself the source of the highest meaning in the world and the measure of everything, the world began to lose its human dimension, and man began to lose control of it.
So we turn back through the forest, walk among trees with long blue needles.
It’s silent here, like the silence when the hawk nears.
These are woods that forgive everything but forget nothing.
It’s silent here, like the silence when the hawk nears.
These are woods that forgive everything but forget nothing.




![Sansui ryakuga shiki
[Keisai sensei hitsu] Sansui
山水略画式
Japanese, Edo period, 1800 (Kansei 12)
Kitao Masayoshi (Kuwagata Keisai), Japanese, 1764–1824](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwf0iaKged1qahuhjo1_1280.jpg)
![Sansui ryakuga shiki
[Keisai sensei hitsu] Sansui
山水略画式
Japanese, Edo period, 1800 (Kansei 12)
Kitao Masayoshi (Kuwagata Keisai), Japanese, 1764–1824](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwf0groP941qahuhjo1_1280.jpg)