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| An overgrown garden is a challenge to the gardener and the painter. I look around and accept the challenge to bushwhack my way through. I wanted to make order from chaos in this garden that has a mind of its own. The remarkable thing about this garden is its path. It has no beginning, no end. It tangles among the vegetation, the threadlike vines, the knots in bark, and the texture of lichens. I collect the complex codes and arrange them around a garden gate. I know my job at this moment is to see something that others pass by, see into the depth of the garden, see behind the leaves, see the insets crawling, see the visual chorus of bustling activity, although I don't hear a peep. | ||||