And this breathtaking picture is all you could ask for.
We will fall..”
Anonymous asked: from your followers: thank u for comforting me indirectly xx
Again, WHY the anonymity?
I don’t know, though. Chaos, is a very painful word.
I, who has aligned all, in a straight dejected line, am slipping. But, obviously, I’m tailoring dreams this fine, lazy afternoon.
Also, Black or Blue?
My answer: Nothing should be as complex as one’s hair.
One, fine, bright day.
2nd action. 1965.
Pillars standing aimlessly. Coloured pillars. Why colours? Any difference made? asked He.
The background just stood like a little boy amused by an illusionist. The little boy who believed in surrealism. Expressionism.
And there was just a cold deadness enveloping the room.
Let’s not make this this way.
Try loving free horses trying to drink water from the lake. Or picturize, my private, dark, hopeful fairy.
Glib generalizations. Or my questions.
December 26th. For you.
"The appearance of things change according to the emotions, and thus we see magic and beauty in them,
while the magic and beauty are really in ourselves…And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare
feet and the winds long to play with your hair.”
By James R Eads Illustration
We stretched our souls like canvas and painted the moment with our eyes. No more dreaming, nightmares or silver humming, now.