The estranged master

Mirrors of Encounters

His hands are free, susceptible, gracefully playful, expressing, somehow telling a soothing, yet odd but amusing story… – seeing his hands, you can almost here sweet but inaudible music, childish reticence, silence, brusque suspension, and so much elegant, timid tenderness…

It is really that strange… – you can talk to his hands, they are open and unreserved, curious and hospitable, vulnerable and receptive…

What a sorrowful mystery – his fingers are queerly searching for something, as if drawing a dream… Yes… his hands have their own life, while the master himself is afraid…

He can not hear his own story…

He is a stranger to his hands…

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About julienmatei
I feel an inner urge to express what I see, to communicate and share with others all these impressions. Often the things I see are there, not yet manifest, but waiting... to be observed, talked about, and embraced. These new insights need another approach, a more vivid curiosity... Due to fear and prejudice we prefer to see only "the official" truth - but THE OFFICIAL TRUTH IS DEAD - being dead, it has nothing to give... We can continue pretending Death is fascinating or... we can take the trouble to LIVE... THE NEW has no definition yet... Again, IT requires another "perception", the courage to apprehend everything differently, from a totally new angle, with new confidence and inquisitive touch. This blog is not about interesting concepts, it is about participation... finding new solutions, inspiration, togetherness.

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