„the wall has never been less a wall than ever, even though the wall is still just a wall“

An old industrial building, an empty space filled by oppressive atmosphere till the light breaks in through the windows. The sound of the river flowing next to the building reaches my ears. Its water is going to become a very important medium; the process of wiping the wall and the ground is an reaction to my thoughts. What am I doing here? Am I questioning everything that I am able to perceive? (The process, the body in the space, the washed, the painting, and the emptiness of the space filled by feelings.) The subtle gesture is asking for a mindful and attentive awareness.

How do we define painting? The water is flowing, dropping on the ground; the canvas under my feet till I wash it away. The dirt turns into a painting, claiming its place for those who seek for the unusual, indistinct simplicity.

Values are defined by contexts and our own needs: It is a continuous process of opening minds to the unexpected.