Aso revisited

2020
76x120x3.5 cm (HxWxD)
oil on linen canvas


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In ancient China before an artist began to paint anything—a tree, for instance—he would sit down in front of it for days, months, years, it didn’t matter how long, until he was the tree. He did not identify himself with the tree, but he was the tree. This means that there was no space between him and the tree, no space between the observer and the observed, no experiencer experiencing the beauty, the movement, the shadow, the depth of a leaf, the quality of colour. He was totally the tree, and in that state only could he paint.
J. Krishnamurti


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