I am as a blind man being led by a river,
Having sight that is not vision in this world.
There the river speaks seeing, and the eye is the body.
The river rushed on, but it never died.
It never ended.
It just became painting.
— Michael Nauert
I am as a blind man being led by a river,
Having sight that is not vision in this world.
There the river speaks seeing, and the eye is the body.
The river rushed on, but it never died.
It never ended.
It just became painting.
— Michael Nauert