My name's axel
The Art of Zen Archery
Like the master of Zen archery the photographer knows before seeing, understands before knowing.At first sight, you see a door, rainpipes a part of a windwow and bricks.The you see the foot.An old woman, petite was standing on that corner.She retracts, slowly because she obviously does not want to be on the photo.Reality is nothing more then atoms whirling around and bumping in to each other.Selfconsiousness and awareness makes objects out of mere matter.What we see is not reality.It is merely a given state.Our state of Being.Without Being we are ourselfes mere atoms.
"Je pense donc je suis"
The Art of Zen Archery
Like the master of Zen archery the photographer knows before seeing, understands before knowing.At first sight, you see a door, rainpipes a part of a windwow and bricks.The you see the foot.An old woman, petite was standing on that corner.She retracts, slowly because she obviously does not want to be on the photo.Reality is nothing more then atoms whirling around and bumping in to each other.Selfconsiousness and awareness makes objects out of mere matter.What we see is not reality.It is merely a given state.Our state of Being.Without Being we are ourselfes mere atoms.
"Je pense donc je suis"