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........

angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of the night,

Howl, Allen Ginsberg

                                                 sometimes I simply miss this sea and what it breathes into you

 

                - listening for silence

XV From:' Veinte poemas de amor'

I like you calm, as if you were absent,
and you hear me far-off, and my voice does not touch you.
It seems that your eyelids have taken to flying:
it seems that a kiss has sealed up your mouth.
Since all these things are filled with my spirit,
you come from things, filled with my spirit.
You appear as my soul, as the butterfly's dreaming,
and you appear as Sadness's word.
I like you calm, as if you were distant,
you are a moaning, a butterfly's cooing.
You hear me far-off, my voice does not reach you.
Let me be calmed, then, calmed by your silence.
Let me commune, then, commune with your silence,
clear as a light, and pure as a ring.
You are like night, calmed, constellated.
Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.
I like you calm, as if you were absent:
distant and saddened, as if you were dead.
One word at that moment, a smile, is sufficient.
And I thrill, then, I thrill: that it cannot be so. 

Pablo Neruda

New year new studio new work.......at last

Tempelhofer feld in the first snow

Frank with 100 buckets of rain and tears 

Happy Christmas to all

"it does not prevent me from having a terrible need of, shall I say the word - of religion - then I go outside in the night to paint the stars ....'
Vincent Van Gogh, in a letter to his brother Theo

“when you do something , you should burn yourself completely, like a good bonfire, leaving no trace of yourself’ (from Zen Mind, Beginners Mind)

"To be an artist

 you have to make yourself vulnerable

 in exactly the ways

 that most people spend their lives 

trying to avoid" 

Michael Craig- Martin

X Berg Berlin

X X X with the one and only

"Suffering to know things, 

dying to feel things,

 fearing our end, 

loving in spite of it all. 

Thats pretty much the whole of it"

Patrick Graham 

                                               Gulls 

Doon 1 (Photographs by Maurice Fitzpatrick)

Drawings in the dark

   

                                            

                                             to the sea