Posted by Hiko Test

One person’s landscape is monotonous and desolate in the eyes of passersby, like a forgotten word in the ocean of a dictionary, an incomplete image in a broken lens. With my eyes closed, I learn how to paint by myself and in solidarity with you in my soul, brighter with every stroke. A blind person’s landscape, as it’s of one heart and mind, is unfettered, unrestrained. Even when imprisoned you... Read More