Slanted and Enchanted

Wednesday, 7 December 2011

I must see new things and investigate them. I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds. I want to gaze with astonishment at moldy garden fences. I want to experience them all, to hear young birch plantations and trembling leaves, to see light and sun, enjoy wet, green-blue valleys in the evening, sense goldfish glinting, see white clouds building up in the sky, to speak to flowers. I want to look intently at grasses and pink people, old venerable churches, to know what little cathedrals say, to run without stopping along curving meadowy slopes across vast plains, kiss the earth and smell soft warm marshland flowers. And then i shall shape things so beautifully: fields of color…(Egon Schiele)

I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably happy, so sorry for all those self-portraits lately.

3 days to go


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