The yellow cream, with watermarks melted by the temperature, slides over the surface like a flower.
When painting, eliminate the established relationship between the subject and the brushstroke, eliminate the role of sensory distinction, and return to the essence of things in the present moment.
The divine has no shape, it dwells in the form of feelings, and its principles are integrated into traces.
The flower on the cream is no different from mountains and rivers. To pursue the flow with vision and touch, one can only capture the void.
