In The Rhythm of The Universe

Two monks in orange robes sit with their backs to you. Headphones on. A mixing desk in front of them.

“In the Rhythm of the Universe”, 120 × 90 cm, mixed textured technique.

Sun tracks run over the sky and the water. They read as sound waves too; for me the two are the same thing.

The headphones are not a joke. A monk is after silence, and silence can be listened to this way as well. Equipment has never got in the way of that search.

The desk works as an altar. A person at a desk manages frequencies, and a frequency and a mantra are built along the same lines.

They have turned towards the sound. No past. No future. Only now.

East and digital met here without a fight. Should they argue?

I kept the orange saturated so it breaks out of the general key: two warm figures on a cold ground, and your eye goes to them before it notices the headphones.

Its place is a study, a studio, or a room you practise in.