Libra 13. As he matures, a man’s paintings grow simpler and simpler.
A castle by a lake and the dark shadows of each leaf shifting under summer clouds. This is not simple, said the people, these paintings are complicated. Who is in the castle? And who is that man asleep by the lake? Look more closely, said the painter, and you will see through the castle walls, into the very denizens that live there, and you will dream the dreams of the man asleep by the lake if you will only look more closely. Gaze into my simplicity.