Me – a triple portrait


“I am what is around me”

(Wallace Stevens)

Alive – Me and Alice III


“Isn’t everything alive already in your blood?”

(Friedrich Hölderlin)

…let me see your beauty…


“Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic ’til I’m gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love


Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love…”

(Leonard Cohen, Dance Me To The End Of Love)

-to Leonard Cohen, hoping that I can see always the beauty and I can dance till the end –



“A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand.
I think, I too, have known autumn too long.”


The smallest wound


“Today the individual has become the highest form, and the greatest bane, of artistic creation. The smallest wound or pain of the ego is examined under a microscope as if it were of eternal importance.
The artist considers his isolation, his subjectivity, his individualism almost holy.
Thus we finally gather in one large pen, where we stand and bleat about our loneliness without listening to each other and without realizing that we are smothering each other to death.
The individualists stare into each other’s eyes and yet deny each other’s existence. We walk in circles, so limited by our own anxieties that we can no longer distinguish between true and false, between the gangster’s whim and the purest ideal.”

(Ingmar Bergman)

To belong – Me and Alice II


“Before either of us knew it, we belonged to each other.”

(Friedrich Hölderlin)



“Everything is seed.”

(Novalis, Philosophical Writings)