Original Painting | River washes me | Crossing: 1.7 | 120 x 120 cm index_31212L

Original Painting | River washes me | Crossing: 1.7 | 120 x 120 cm index_31212LTitle: River washes me Paradox: Surrendered but not yet awake The Story I swam in a river that did not care about me. It did not care about my stories, my efforts, my identity. The water was cold and old and completely indifferent. That indifference washed me cleaner than any intention. I stopped trying to be someone the river recognised, and the river washed what was left. The Crossing Crossing 1. 7 Dormancy via Living Dao The Body Surrenders. The

This is the crossing where friction with the world is genuine development happening without a witness

not carried

The surface stays soft across its full breadth — cream above

Title: In Tragedy Life is Beautiful

and the river washed what was left

as the field echoed back the energy released

The golden tree was burning with autumn and everything around it was dark

The real shape

Over sustained viewing

A figure stands on a sunlit rock ledge overlooking a green rock pool

deep violet and blue passages draw the eye downward into a cooler

with flowing yellow and purple washes anchoring the composition