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Researchers in painting and poetry

we show two fragmentary

and complementary visions of life.

 

I look for paths

in fate and in dreams.

I buid mazes.

 

When grasping the world

short intense sliding stanzas help me,

clear, dharp. A lightning,

 

like teh haiku in 17th century Japanese literature,

wich stems from nature images

with sparks of perpleity, nostalgia, humour,

spirituality, Zen paradoxes...

 

And finally I let words speak:

 

Masks

of languages of colours,

interchangeable.

 

J. Masats

what is

HAIKU

 

 

Masats & the art of:

 

 

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