Water language.
Paynes grey Golden Fluid Acrylic on Japanese wash.
This spech/language is soft and half heard. Thought forms rising and dissolving. Call and response. It is absorbed into the paper. I paint on both sides. The echoes from the other side can be half seen. I pull them through by brightening them with a single layer of blue coloured pencil.
An open language, free from concepts. “It has no agenda apart from its sheer aliveness, and as such is not messaging or divisive. This is how people, connecting for the first time after a major resetting of the world (which could even be after a nuclear or climate catastrophe), might try to understand each other, with care and compassion.” (From a dialogue on Norman’s Mystery Language between Norman Anderson, Rafael Cruz, Yuen Fong Ling and myself a year ago.)