
To see is to reflect—
to gather knowledge,
to approach an understanding
of the other.
Trees,
birds in flight,
flora and fauna:
all stand beyond us,
more than our names for them.
Social structures,
concepts,
and inherited certainties
cannot fully account
for how or why things are.
The ego seeks identity,
a fixed and certain world.
Yet greed,
ignorance,
dissonance,
and bias
leave us perpetually incomplete.
Poetry,
music,
and painting
open another way of seeing.
Ink and water
moving across ragged rice paper
become a lyrical field,
teaching us the materiality of things,
the conundrums and dialectics
of a cosmos forever becoming.
We stand within it
and at its threshold—
seeing,
becoming,
and seeing again.

Love your artwork.
LikeLike
thank you.
LikeLike
Very beautiful, Kate! Your words truly resonate.
LikeLike