“In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.” ~ Carl Jung
Photographs I made in 2003, using the Ansel Adams grayscale.
Eyes my dear little windows,
Give me a little longer the fairest glows of vision
Be kind, let the images in,
For someday you shall grow dim!
No sooner shall the light have ceased
And the tired lids close than the soul shall have peace;
She will fumbling take off her walking shoes
And lay her down in the coffin’s gloom.
Still, she will see two glimmering sparks,
Like two little stars in the inner dark,
‘ Till they, too, waver and finally die,
As though by the wing of a butterfly
And still will I roam in the evening fields,
With only the sinking star for a friend;
Drink in, oh eyes, all your lashes can hold
Of the golden abundance of the world!
For Hermann Rorchach, a light dimmed out to soon.
Art Gustva Klimt
He began to remember with his dark eyes, drawing out the light
in mists of sandalwood and smears
of rose madder, a fine red
Scratching Van Gogh’s history
stunningly, makes a vision,
from a tube of ultramarine blue
and buds outta of tea colours
after café terrace hours,
the first to lay down swirls of ecstasy
Partial cut-up from
Sacré Bleu- Christopher Moore
“Treasure is uncovered by the force of flowing water and it is buried by the same currents.” ~ Paulo Coelho
The rising and falling
spiral flame in sky
the esper dives
immersion of synergy
spreading a warm-cloud, of alchemy; glitter
into a mountain, upside down figure, the esperance, decompressed
into the ocean bed