I lost my center point in the heat, humidity and noise of cicadas.
Sitting on a stone, I was gazing at the shades in the Zen garden.
I was thinking about geometry trying to reach again for frames of familiar order.
I recalled Euclid’s diagrams. Hence, I imposed Euclid with my camera on a Japanese garden path; I perceived how the ordered shades assemble with the ambiguity of the garden’s matter, raked grass, stones, moss – I was trying to merge Greek logic and Zen.
At the same time, I knew it is not truly ordered; it is no more than the memory of it!
It is merely the shadow of a thought!
Athens-Kyoto- Euclide- here
Dimitris Pikionis and Euclide, here.