THE LIMIT. EVERYTHING IS IN MOTION.<\/b><\/p>\n
My thoughts swirl in my mind
\nLike dry leaves fly before a hurricane
\nIt is difficult to hold on to my thoughts, they pass, fleeting
\nSometimes one lingers, in the calm of a dream
\nI feel my solitude deeply, in the void of the cosmos
\nSpace cannot fill you, time cannot hold you
\nIn the stillness there is always movement.<\/p>\n
All of the cosmos is a great void
\nEverything in space is static and in movement
\nEverything is united by invisible threads
\nWhich join the disparate feelings of nature and human nature
\nWhere is the limit of these feelings?
\nThe limit of thought, of the artist’s hand,
\nOf reality, of reason, of lies, of colour,
\nOf virtue, of sin, of life, of death
\nIs an edge a limit or a continuation?<\/p>\n
When I work I want my vision to be in every stroke…
\nIn my work I want to create a world far beyond my thoughts,
\nOf putting words and images to a concrete notion,
\nTo distinguish between the images which come to my mind,
\nAlways traveling on the limits of the unknown,
\nAn unknown which overwhelms, which cries out, which is afraid,
\nWhich provokes me, piques my curiosity,
\nWhich makes me dare, which makes me doubt,
\nWhich maddens me with longing to know the unknown…<\/p>\n
And sometimes, unexpectedly, I find new paths, looking back at me.<\/p>\n
Everything is in motion.<\/p>\n
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THE LIMIT. EVERYTHING IS IN MOTION. My thoughts swirl in my mind Like dry leaves fly before a hurricane It is difficult to hold on to my thoughts, they pass, fleeting Sometimes one lingers, in the calm of a dream I feel my solitude deeply, in the void of the …<\/p>\n