Buddha opened his two palms, as the banks of a river. Confucius said" River departs, day and night." River reflects the tree, reaches its own conclusion.

River flows, day and night, dragging lines, breaking shapes, dripping dots. Indefinite colors, weightless entities. Icy cool, gentle, powerful, delicate. Silent flatness, rocky noise...

This is water, our living element, our river of life, our existence.