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
feeling for the stone bridge
with my feet…
a cold night
with my feet…
a cold night
a man emerges
from the roof of a boat…
a winter storm
from the roof of a boat…
a winter storm
through a hole
you can see the ocean…
billowing clouds
you can see the ocean…
billowing clouds
thanks to the wind
they are precious…
billowing clouds
they are precious…
billowing clouds
drinking tea alone—
every day the butterfly
stops by
every day the butterfly
stops by
even the sparrows
are quarreling—
steady winter rain
are quarreling—
steady winter rain
