Here is the first paragraph(working) of Lamenting the Dusk, Eclipsing twilights — and Gaussian geometries, an essay in progress.
This night in the late seventies exemplified the blackness of Sumi, its wide spectrum which incloud’s a deafening depth through a range of luscious gradation — sumi no notan. An analogy, a metaphor gifted by my journey having led me to study Shodo and Boku-ga. It was in Batim, the birthplace of my mother. The night howled a storm, spraying its gaussian distribution of electricity in streaks of lighting, which appeared to stand still above as if this spectacular was meant only for this quiet village. The palm trees were fleetingly projecting shadows that shivered and changed shapes, intermingling forms and presenting fresher frights. Perhaps if one were to make ink out of the soot of burnt palm tress—would it be as dark as the Japanese and Chinese made sumi? The blacks appeared blacker than the Cardinal India Ink, which had introduced to me the concept of richness—far distant from any analogy to wealth. This was richness of tone: in depth, in texture, coalescing into phantasmal umbras, conjured by sudden flashes into the darkness. ++++++++++++++++++++ I must add that I am enjoying attempting to write such essays related to art and its effect on me. venantius j pinto
