Friday, September 20, 2013

there are some feelings that fill you up
that dig their roots into your skin
and never let go
they swell
and blow you over
like wind and waves

Karel Appel


Rope-Swinger 1962 Hans Hoffman


Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Autumn


"The rusty leaves crunch and crackle, Blue haze hangs from the dimmed sky, The fields are matted with sun-tanned stalks—Wind rushes by.
The last red berries hang from the thorn-tree, The last red leaves fall to the ground. Bleakness, through the trees and bushes, Comes without sound.”
- Joan Mitchell

Ravel - Introduction et allegro pour harpe, flûte, clarinette et quatuor...

I can feel you thinking of me. 
You dreamed me one night.
 Now I'm dreaming you back. 
I wish you were here right now.
 Every now.

my artwork