Another life puzzle has been solved unexpectedly with the help of incongruent and dispersed phantom realities, and yet, the butterfly remains puzzled. Twice.
…to whom it may concern, but may not be concerned. One is me.
Note for the reader at large: abstract art requires an equivalent abstract writing. Which, I dare to think, it makes sense.
Note for the reader at narrow (escape): Bingo!
But hear this Enigma – Mea Culpa and you’ll read my writing and look at my art with different eyes: even more puzzled.
See, I told you so!
30 April 2009