Andrew Chau, July 2013

(Calligraphy)

Like (Chinese) brush strokes I shall find the point on which I’ll pivot turn
Differentials woven in as bristles spin
Ink across the surface although it appears as a two-dimensional space
It seeps further through capillaries reaching depths
Often forgotten

The infinite dimensions within the page
Some inked some are not
Are bound by their nature of objective existence
Only made possible by the grace of a hand
Devoid of any further essence or fate
(save the essence of ink is to be writ
the essence of paper is to be written on
save the fate of ink and paper are in
subjective hands)

And now a bond emerges from this pair
In a dreamlike movement fact has come
To act and bind as brush binds ink and paper
Fiber Flesh Fluid Foam
A single stroke of inspiration turn
Inward and ‘round the perimeter
Of the page there sits an image of me
(Chinese) Character

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