We do not stop dancing because we grow old; we grow old because we stopped dancing… Day 41: ‘without feet, they dance’ daylight, full of small dancing particles and the one great turning, our souls are dancing with you, without feet, they dance. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear? […]
Read more "Day 41: ‘without feet they dance’"Once upon a time there was a story Its end came Before its beginning And its beginning came After its end It’s heroes entered it After their death And left it Before their birth Its heroes talked About some earth about some heaven They said all sorts of things Only they didn’t […]
Read more "Day 29: the story of a story"I know why I am sad, but I do not know why I am melancholy. E.M. Coiran This morning a woman came to my house, accompanied by a man. I did not know either of them. They set up a little speaker system in my front room and then sat me in a chair opposite. […]
Read more "Day 25: Opera Helps"Day 89: Where are we? An invisible bird flies over, but casts a quick shadow. What is the body? That shadow of a shadow of your love, that somehow contains the whole universe. A man sleeps heavily, though something blazes in him lke the sun, like a magnificent fringe sewn up under the hem. He […]
Read more "Where are We?"“Notes to myself on beginning a painting” by Richard Diebenkorn 1. Attempt what is not certain. Certainty may or may not come later. It may then be a valuable delusion. 2. The pretty, initial position which falls short of completeness is not to be valued – except as a stimulus for further moves. […]
Read more "Day 87: ‘Imaginings’"This is an archive post from my 2016 project 100 Paintings, 100 Days, which ran from April – September 2016 Inter – mission Hello, dear friends. You’ve probably been wondering why the long radio silence. Well as a matter of fact, I’ve been on a long week long adventure to volunteer in […]
Read more "Day 88: Inter – Mission (100 Paintings update)"
