Water color and Chinese ink on Japanese paper
Perhaps I silenced something but the liver hears it and now beats seeking a formula to remove the thing without you hearing it, it might hurt you. It has hurt me. What he did was innocent It was moved by threads, threads of iron made with blood and animal impulses. The liver wants to vomit but has no channels to do so and the stomach is deaf it only hears the sweet, savoury and bitter, the acids that it has not tolerated for ages destroyed the tympanums. Only the vibrations can save us.