not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

i go~

 where do i go?  where do i ever want to go? 

always into a space with colour, light, mood. 

it is not a place.


  1. As Ulysses we have to follow a path that helps us find our Ithaca.

  2. i have never seen anything like this.
    i have been hiding from the world.
    i'm slowly beginning to see,
    like the man jesus healed
    (i thought about this yesterday, as i saw that picture, and again today)
    who said that the people looked like trees
    moving about.

  3. damaso, yes!))

    andreas, truly? truly? this surprises me. don't you crave these places, whether you have ever seen them before or not, even though they are not places exactly but rather states of mind, states of being? don't you feel them?



"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))