Feeling is the untouched void, the intangible yet real freedom deep within the body.  It has nothing to do with technique;  rather, it is a silent rotation, like a lost soul drifting in the air, always unable to find its place.

 

The trajectory of the brush strives to chase this intangible presence, meticulously recording every trace it leaves as it sweeps through the void.  Thoughts surge like tides, stirring the transformation of lines and colors, while new impressions quietly intertwine, silently narrating those ineffable moments.