Saturday, February 27, 2016

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) 

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

"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

Monday, February 22, 2016

Verfremdung / Spring

something inside feels set free yet something else has died

Thursday, February 18, 2016


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)