Very often I find myself Chasing after forms Yet empty handed I always end up Where am I going wrong? A racing Jaguar on the street Makes my my mind run at top speed A beautiful house on the way Makes me want that also for me A handsome face in the crowd… Continue reading The Essence of Things
Month: January 2020
Skeletons in my closet
Tucked away carefully, behind all my embellishments, are some skeletons from the past, threatening to expose their ugly heads...
The Painter
I sit across from the blank canvas imagining all the things I can fill it up with. Abstract shapes take form in my head and disappear before they make it out to the flat white surface. The round pointed brush in my hand, sometimes gently taps the side of the mixing plate, and sometimes rests on one edge of the canvas, waiting for its appointed task to begin...
Out of sync
How could it be possible for two people to be so completely out of sync...
The Inverse Midas Touch
For the longest time I thought, I was cursed with inverse Midas touch, and everything I laid my hands on, quite promptly turned to dust.
