The Bull Becomes Landscape, chapter 14 from The Works

I travelled to Spain intending to continue painting bulls.

Instead I found mountains.

At first I resisted them.

I had come to paint something else.

But the mountains slowly began to speak the same language as the animals I had been following.

The back of a bull.

The curve of a hill.

A shoulder.

A horizon.

They were becoming the same gesture.

The bull no longer needed horns.

Its body had entered the landscape.

Looking back, I think this was the first time I understood that forms do not disappear.

They migrate.

An image completes its work only when it can become something else.

The bull became a mountain.

The mountain became a line.

The line would continue walking for many years. The bull did not disappear.It simply learned another language.

"Heaven and earth were born together with me, and the ten thousand things are one with me."

Zhuangzi