The Four Mists of Chaos,
the North, the East,
the West,
and the South,
went to visit Chaos
himself.
He treated them all very kindly
and when they were
thinking of leaving,
they consulted among themselves
how they might repay his
hospitality.
Since they had noticed that he
had no holes in his
body, as they
each had (eyes, nose,
mouth, ears, etc.),
they decided each
day to provide him
with an opening.
At the end
of seven days,
Kwang-tse tells us,
Chaos died.
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monthly written entries of incidental incoherent thoughts made tangible. A blog of a journey through chaos, words colliding into images. Language colliding in architexture. Life colliding into art.
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multi disciplinary artist
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- mtl, qc, Canada
- Interested in language, animation, comix, and printed matters all around, silkscreen, bookbinding, installation work, drawing, as a means of shaping the emotion, the thought.