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
Mountain monks sit playing goOver the board is the bamboo’s lucent shadeNo one sees them through the glittering leavesBut now and then is heard the click of a stone.- Po Chi (772-846) link

Mountain monks sit playing go
Over the board is the bamboo’s lucent shade
No one sees them through the glittering leaves
But now and then is heard the click of a stone.
- Po Chi (772-846)

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