Our windowsill

     I've just remembered all the things I have forgotten, 

and SIXTEEN PAINS (in the comfort of the cats purr, and she snores, and it makes me cry) 

"When I think of art I think of beauty. Beauty is the mystery of life. It is not in the eye it is in the mind. In our minds there is awareness of perfection."
-Agnes Martin

I love vans

Verfremdung / Spring

something inside feels set free yet something else has died

                                                

there is companionship and there is solitude and there is an art to getting enough of each one

                                     happy day of love (sometimes I sit at the train station just to see people arriving and leaving)

spring comes

hip........