When I try to find it, I can’t find it.
I can’t find the shape.
The more you try to see, the less you see.
At such times, I am reminded.
That there is truth outside of my consciousness.
And then I realize.
I am here.
That’s what time to paint means.
But this unicorn picture is still not close to the truth.
It is frustrating to be so close to reaching it.