Scattered Through Time-Some Lines,Some Colours

Most events are inexpressible, taking place in a realm which no word has ever entered--Rainer Maria Rilke

And such are the limitations of experiencing journeys-distant and inner. When voice does not suffice, heart breaks into wordless songs; what photographs cannot capture, hands shape into expressions of heart-for no human experience is devoid of the personal-and all expressions are singular proclamations of the non-replicable inner.

My journey through time, ages, has thus naturally led me to silent spaces which express themselves outside the "realm of words"-where often the seven musical notes form the pallate to express that transitory space. At other times, a need to give me physical form, leads to lines on paper, sometimes monochromatic, at other times coloured by the moment. This scattering of myself is "virtually" captured at

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