Fog Line

One stares, one stares, and the fog begins to lift, the exquisite image reveals itself. The three patchy trees, the landscape lines, the tension lines, the moving ghost animals, the moving emulsion swirls, all impress them-selves on consciousness, ARE consciousness. Still, rigid lines attempt to contain the amorphous elusive moving fog. Line-nature competes with fog nature, but all is harmony, bathed in gorgeous paleness.