The boundaries between process and meaning.
Before I left for the season of fresh green leaves in Japan I fell under the spell of this white blossom branch on a late spring rainy day and started a new painting in “The bookbinder’s world” series.

It was the week of Zurich’s Spring festival, and I had no idea that in my upcoming trip, early summer festivals too would become a frequent chance encounter. I left a barely inked cardboard at the center of my desk in the early hours of the morning of my departing flight. Waiting. Waiting until my return. Until my composition idea developed more clearly.
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