Conceptual Landscape

Picture Story

At 5:20 I climbed onto the red horse and raced full-speed. Hahaha!! I almost died laughing… today at the alchemy place there was only one person — a local searching the river for Song-dynasty porcelain shards.

The riverside became my exclusive space again. A red plastic bag drifted across the water — damn, that's the one. The alchemy-object had also changed, only half a mountain remained. Today the water vapor joined the air, the 🐦 birds sang turning marvelous melodies.

The sensual beauty of the membrane — this signals the beginning of thought; a window quietly opens toward other things; new rules of an art game, not aesthetic rules, are silently fermenting a century's storm.