A little bird for a sunny Sunday. This bird is a detail from a painting I am working on for some time now. Every time I look at the painting my eye catches the bird first. So today I’ll let him take a look at the world.
just thinking: aren’t we all somewhere deep inside wishing we could be that dancing happy child again?
A couple of days ago I was making this girl out of pieces of paper, glue and other stuff. Suddenly I realized that she looked a bit like me when I was around thirteen years old. I had a yellow T-shirt with a big red apple on it. I loved the t-shirt a lot and wore it almost everyday for one long summer. I washed it each night to be able to put it on again the next morning.
The skirt? I never wore one. I was always wearing jeans to be able to run around. The boots? Well, I think I would have loved to have them, but I did not.
On my wrist you see a watch that I had turned to the inside of my arm. In that time in my group it meant that I was in love. I don’t remember the name of the happy boy, but it was an older guy working on his motorbike that summer. Wearing the apple t-shirt was certainly an attempt to be noticed by him. I have no idea if it worked…
‘… and don’t forget to smell the flowers along the way’
I read this once, but I don’t remember whose words they are.
a little prayer:
‘may my art bring joy and energy…’
I am here
Somewhere inside of me
I’m stepping out into the sunlight
life: don’t wait!
who said that waiting is not living?