Painter fixed in cement becomes sculptor in his element. He chisels and pecks away like the baby chick hatching from its egg, perforating the shell's nanostructure, cracking its scaffolding in search of air to breathe. On the other side, a hungry cat awaits. Then what? 

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There is no canvas. As Hui-Neng would say ;)
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菩提本無樹 明鏡亦非臺 本來無一物 何處惹塵埃 Originally, there was no Bodhi tree, Nor a mirror stand, bright. From the beginning, there was not a single thing, So where can dust alight?
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