word/END/LESS
JOURNEY
ink • paper • 40x50cm/50x50cm
In a moment where every word becomes a point of no return. In the moment where each Speaker acquires the power of the Hearer. In that moment, everyone who can say even a word about this.. We are saluting them! We are saluting the speaking listeners. Cause their time is going to the logical end. And all what they've got is only this Endless Journey.
Each of my words, in the moment, became a point of no return. It throbbed. It thinned out and gathered back into shape. And if I could express all that I happened to see, I would know that these would be my last words.
..and they would be enough! But all that remained for me was to silently contemplate that abyss, which in a fraction of a second, shrinking into a point, is filled with the meaning of what was, what is and what will be. The point at which the Listener appoints his Meeting.
And if such a time suddenly comes, know that whenever there is a Speaker, there is also a Listener. Salute them! Because truly, they know.
And if the time ever comes. And if suddenly you Hear, then know that you are invited to the Meeting. A meeting where each extracted sound, like a magnet, collects stardust around itself. And in this sparkling moment, there will be nothing left but the Speaker and the Hearer. And we will salute you! Because this will be the beginning of the end. Beginning of this Wordless Journey.
