Sunday, August 30, 2015

31 august,2015

The earth was warm under me, and warm as I crumbled it through my fingers. Queer little red bugs came out and moved in slow squadrons around me. Their backs were polished vermilion, with black spots. I kept as still as I could. Nothing happened. I did not expect anything to happen. I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.
Willa Cather

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

26 august ,2015

Outwardly, determined effort is necessary.

But within, nothing is needed
except to yield.

Ivan M. Granger 

Saturday, August 22, 2015

22-8-2015 August light,in new studio

Wonderful week with Dagmar Binder and friends

Whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done!” Vincent van Gogh.

Friday, August 7, 2015

7 août ,2015 summer matures

Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love." ~Rumi