mr. zero

In the East or West, an asymmetric game. Thousands of years of discord, conflicts, wars, and treaties were sealed with gold, iron, radish, and spud. Blurred now, indistinct like ancient scripts that fade.

Though the pieces and pawns of those heroes remain on the chessboard, still carrying their respective ideologies, a match ends with "O: 0." The canvas is boundless, "0," "harmony," "void," "nothingness," nature's silent refrain, galaxies beyond naming.

From astral heights, we glimpse Earth's essence anew.

A chess match reduced to specks of dust, capsules for interstellar travel.

This painting exposes the emptiness growing in my practice, meditation, and enlightenment.