Emptiness. Realm. Absence yet imaginary presence. Micro and macro. शून्यता. Philosophy. Identity. Languages. Urination. Music. Blindness. Height. Deepness. A word of absence. Then the creative process starts. You fill the blank. Walls, ideas, colors, notes, feelings, dimensions, time, coordinates. The absence turns into presence. But does it matter? Better the void than an absent presence.

Emptiness. The abscence that fills the hollows after presence has moved on. Memories lying on the edge of consciousness. The sensation of Love after the warmth has gone. The value of objects of the arbitrary or a room that suddenly became empty encountering your presence

a photograph taken at the louvre on one of my repeated escapades attempting to understand a sculpture. a big hole in my memory. without the remnants of the moment, I would've forgotten. but then and again, the photograph having found some way into my present, makes it something that maybe deals with the past...