In Buddhist culture, existence is often compared to a flowing river, nothing stays the same even for a single moment. Each instant is new and absolute, ab-solutus, free from the others.
The cloud ceases to exist, but at the same time the rain is born, the beginning and the end collide on a fuzzy limit; like that between land and sea, which by reduction of complexity is defined by a clear and therefore arbitrary line.

A border made of paradox, a border that unites the territories it divides. Misty Line embodies a Koan, an instrument for the Zen practice, a paradoxical anecdote used to help meditation and awaken awareness. By uniting the opposites in a meeting / clash, the resulting energy flows and it is put into circulation.