Hello everybody, I`ve bought very new kind of rice paper and used the impuls of changes into an experiment. Impuls of changes comes to us when we found a new field of activity, that`s one of the most important natural laws for energy distribution.

Long ago, in my school time I read the "Pillow Book" by Sei Shonagon, 11-th century Japanese writer en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Pillow_Book . The Pillow Book (枕草子 Makura no Sōshi^?) is a book of observations and musings recorded by Sei Shōnagon during her time as court lady to Empress Consort Teishi (定子) during the 990s and early 11th century in HeianJapan. The book was completed in the year 1002. She wrote the story how her famous diary started: the Empress granted her with court-quality notebooks because it wasn`t required for the Emperor`s writing. Sei Shonagon wrote that she was presented with a pile of so good quality paper so she wrote on it everything from her life experience until she fulfilled the last notebook.

I perfectly understand her: paper and brush, ink and ink stone, as well as colors and canvas call a creative person into adventure nobody knows what it will be. So impressive, so rich of feelings, so full of energy such moments are! I love it. I seek it. That special kind of energy creates new possibilities in life, divine paths for future.

So, 2 days ago I bought a very special kind of rice paper, 8 big sheets, with description it can`t be stored more then 6-8 months. That`s because of the special surface which could be slowly degradate. So, I squize my old instinct to store it and started immideately without any ideas in order to allow everything to appear in free way.

A Chinese man appeared.

That moment I got the point, it was a strong wind and cold inside the picture.

Of course it happened because we had the terrible weather, a day ago snow fell again, cold strong wind and wet:

In 5 minutes we was oversnowed with real snow storm! Snow flight horisontally, right to the camera`s lenses! I couldn`t believe it happened so, just took my chance to shoot it:

So I realised, it was a strong snow in the picture, as well as cold, and the man was in old age. So I painted him some grey hair and snow just started to fall.

That moment I realized, he was a musician who came to that cliff in search of inspiration to express his feelings and mood. So I painted his musical instrument guqin (simplified/traditional: 古琴; pinyin: gǔqín) en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guqin covered in the bagpack trevel case on his back:

The result of that soul travel was wonderful in many kinds: I expressed my own feelings about the terrible April weather (it seems  like February), tried new rice paper with all pleasure, and discovered something unexpectable new.

I thought the painting was ready until I understand the reason for the Old man to come to the lone cliff in that late time: he was drunk. As well as he catched a cold. As a small magic I expressed my disagreement with the weather by making his nose and lips more red to show how he was cold:

That`s the final result of the Unexpectable experiment with Joking Imagination:

Old Drunk Musician comes into snow and catched a cold:

The funny side of the story: by our terrible weather changes snow stopped, then fell then stopped again and now we are in hope the spring comes eventually:

Imagination is the real power we all are providing with.

New things and new ideas are the real power.

Use it. I wish you to catch the moment to sign your own freedom, honesty and possibility to use energy to build your own desired future!

Thank you for being with me!

Anna and her Joking Imagination who now have to be back to my painting work.