Everything always begins with water. Sometimes you rain, some- times you pour. Don’t go out the door and you’ll come to learn the world. That’s how the Laozi philosophy puts it. You’ll see the path if you quit peeping through the window. Alone in a three room apart- ment with no open doors or windows for two and a half months I’ve been planting a watercolor forest that I couldn’t enter. After getting up and sitting myself at the table, everyday I would see the same concrete wall. Patiently letting my routine consume me I created my own world - the Swamp. The space to which I can escape in search of peace. Until my trees finally became droplets of rain. Rain that fractions and falls like snow, becoming in and of itself my own little galaxy.
It all melts in with the pouring sound of Vytautas Ožkinis’ flute. It becomes a reminder that we breathe.
