Month: February 2026Page 1 of 2
In my view, Mr. Gloom is a perfect being. He never specifically demands to be fed; he never screams, never judges. He simply endures, never refusing me anything that wouldn’t be contrary to his nature.
The basement is my true home. This is where I spend my most important time. My time. Yes. The basement is a good place.
I have Mr. Gloom in my closet. He appeared in my life inexplicably. One day, I simply found him in a corner of the basement hallway. He stood…
Slowly, creating becomes part of the day, like walking the dog or drinking tea. It’s not essential for survival, yet removing it from the script creates a certain deficiency.
There are creative and craft days. Without craft ones, creative days cannot follow. They get blocked, creating a backlog of unused energy.
I am getting closer. To that elusive relationship between chaos and perfection. My lifestyle fuels the creation of such works. Catching chaos is my daily life. I managed…
Painting is playing God: creation beyond logic. The ultimate power is annihilation. Nothing empowers like destruction.
I rest my head on the pillow and try to steady my breath. I feel a chill on my cheek. It’s just fresh air, I tell myself, It’s only the air.
The reserve of solar energy I gathered in the summer is running out. I feel the depletion in my bones. Everything is fueled by the sun.
Beautiful things happen in the shadows. Shadow is a sanctuary for thoughts that wish to remain hidden. Spirits forage among the leaves.
I am greeted by a flock of rooks. They look proud in their feathered breeches. They contrast wonderfully with the glare of the sun.
I met her again recently. I don’t think of her as a specific individual, but rather as a template. A template of the mind.
It always puzzles me when people speak infantilly about angels. These beings of immense will and a morality that is too difficult for humans to grasp.
When we finally touched upon conceptual art during a contemporary art history lecture, it turned out that for every woman in the group, the subject was completely foreign….
Meditations on Yucca – how, on a surface filled with chaos, a few precise moves define order, between the light and the dark.