Jet black, bluish black, olive black, pitch black strokes halted in their flight, perhaps incomplete, yet vigorous; white background: mute, withdrawn presence, yet essential to the stark contrast. Western culture looks to the East, yet it would be a mistake to see the painting on Karin Bablok’s porcelain as related to calligraphy. The balance, displayed by calligraphy masters can appear aesthetically like a closed completion, a sort of visual and philosophical perfection. With Karin Bablok, the harmony is ever moving. The artwork’s stability is never static, never really complete, but extended through our gaze.