Zen Bull (Enso) 

Editor: So, here we have something intriguingly titled "Zen Bull (Enso)," done with ink in a calligraphic style. The bull itself is barely there – a suggestion more than a representation. What leaps out to you when you look at this piece? Curator: Oh, what doesn't leap out! It’s a whisper, isn’t it? A Zen koan in ink. Look how the Enso, the circle, *becomes* the bull, and simultaneously isn't a bull at all, just… wholeness, emptiness, the everything-ness of being a bull. Or not. It’s delightful, this dance of presence and absence! I feel I'm in some cosmic joke. Do you get the joke too? Editor: I think I’m starting to... It's less about depicting an animal and more about capturing an essence? The bull as a symbol of something bigger, perhaps? Curator: Precisely! Or smaller! Think of Zen brushwork: it’s not about *rendering*, but *being*. Each stroke is the universe condensing itself into that fleeting moment. Look at the brushstrokes, the varying pressure, the confident simplicity. Are these deliberate or random? Does it even matter when looking at Zen art? Editor: That's so fascinating. It changes everything to think of each stroke as a universe, or the lack of brushstrokes. Curator: Doesn't it? It’s like staring into a very small, but somehow infinite, mirror, the mirror reflecting you and everything around you in just a few drops of ink. How freeing is that? It’s an opening, not a closure. A moo, rather than a definite bellow, would you say? Editor: A moo. Yes, I like that a lot. Definitely seeing this Enso in a whole new light now. Curator: Splendid! Because in the end, it is *light*, the lightness of the moment… don’t you agree?