Sooner or later my students will suspect that they are holding the short end of the stick. They accuse me of having painted for thousands of years, while they have been duped into taking up the mysterious oriental brush which might explode any minute!
To scatter these accusations and irrational fears I dropped my brush, dipped my fingers into the ink and painted this beautiful scene:
On a hot summer day a water buffalo is enjoying a dip in the pond, close to the shore, under the branches of a willow. The sun is shining, and a light breeze is blowing.
On another level, the peaceful bull symbolizes the mind which has been trained and brought under control. The controlled mind does what it is supposed to do automatically. Force is no longer necessary. The self is at peace.
To be fair, I have to mention that finger painting is not the entertainment of five year olds, but the last word in efficiency.
Only Picasso could top it; he claimed to be painting with his balls…