View from the Front of the Potala Palace

40*40cm, Oil on Canvas

I watch you paint, laying foundations in tradition: the eyes
of Heaven, the Tibetan YinYang. But you persist, venturing beyond the tears of Heaven, and past the walls of the Potala Palace. Unfazed by the draped fabric adorning Tibetan Lamas, you journey through the gates of religion, forging a path towards abstraction.

Are you merely scribbling on religious art, veiling its beauty, or do you transcend its boundaries, unearthing its hidden depths?

You proclaim, "I didn't live through the Renaissance, so I can only voyage to the other side of imaginary worlds."