What does nothingness mean? It is a void, silent, unpretentiously modest, poetry, virtually invisible.
If I relate beauty to nothingness, what happens? Is nothingness an absence of beauty? Or is it portrayed by our culture and society, and in such case, can I define this absence of beauty? Is it beauty that you can’t even catch? Is its appearance neutral and almost hidden? When I refer to a beauty of nothingness, I suppose it is something I see or feel, but about which I keep wondering whether it is or is not beauty. Such un-evocable sensations of beauty are extremely subtle and hard to acknowledge. One needs to train one’s eyes and go beyond the layers to discover the beauty of nothingness.