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
Before the white chrysanthemum
the scissors hesitate
a moment.
the scissors hesitate
a moment.
This cold winter night,
that old wooden-head Buddha
would make a nice fire
that old wooden-head Buddha
would make a nice fire
