Longing loneliness
“I like longing
climbing up the railings of sound and color
catching into my open mouth
the frozen scent
I like my loneliness
suspended higher
than a bridge
embracing the sky with its arms
and my love walking barefoot over the snow”
(Halina Poswiatowska, I like longing)
My dear Harbour II (another day, without you)
“The word landed with a stony thud
Onto my still-beating breast.
Nevermind, I was prepared,
I will manage with the rest.
I have a lot of work to do today;
I need to slaughter memory,
Turn my living soul to stone
Then teach myself to live again. . .
But how.
(…)
I have long had this premonition
Of a bright day and a deserted house. ”
(Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova)
-to J.H.B.-
Reflection – A self-portrait
“Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the painter?”
(Pablo Picasso)
It’s harsher than we expect
“-What happens when we die?
-What happens?
[pause]
-We return to the place that we came from.
-I don’t remember where I came from.
-Nor do I.
(…)
There is a beauty in the world, though it’s harsher than we expect it to be.”
(Michael Cunningham, The Hours)
– for you dear J.H.B. –
Freezing that frame II
“…do I have
of course I have,
beneath my raincoat,
I have your photographs.
…and the sun on your face
I’m freezing that frame…”
(Tori Amos, Gold Dust)
A room
“A room is, after all, a place where you hide from the wolves. That’s all any room is.”
(Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight)
Mirror, mirror on the wall (XXIV)
“I remember his eyes. They are just like mine. Every time I look in the mirror I see him. I try not to look at my self too much.”
(Ida Løkås)
Visual Artist
Inspired by poetry, art, life, imperfections, music, nature, dreams and antiques.
Believes that things should not be in small drawers inside large closets.
As we live our lives forwards, but understand them backwards (as Kierkegaard says).
