Several years ago, I climbed a mountain which I had long wished to climb. I stopped at a place in the middle of the mountain path, and there I had a feeling which I had never experienced before. Though the air was transparent and clear, I felt something unusual in it. It was far from “emptiness.” The place was undoubtedly filled with dense “spirituality.”
On a bicycle journey long ago, I felt my consciousness being dissolved, yet expanding everywhere.
Unforgettable places or their atmospheres are relevant to not only visual factors such as color and brightness, but also smell, humidity and the air itself.
I try to express my impressions of these sites and the ambiences using dots.
Furthermore, layered dots resulting from my daily work of creating dots can produce serendipitous results.
Dots are found in everything. Atoms, which make up matter, are like infinitesimally small dots. I guess radio waves and wave-like motions may have something to do with photons or dots. The “Measurement Problem,” which I came to know of lately, proves that consciousness is also made up of particles. Doesn’t the concept of “nothingness” also consist of a series of invisible innumerable dots?
Running such things about in my mind, I draw dots day in and day out.