Day 1923, I sting.

My smile deceives you

when you reach for what I say

~

if you’re not careful

you will feel

it going inside

~

a feeling of remorse

just after greed

~

and you blame me

Day 1922, sad.

I almost stepped on this little blue flower

hiding in the shadow

~

it looked so sad

without its color

~

I thought I would do it

a favor

~

but it still remembered the morning sun

and it pleaded for its life

in hope for a next morning

Day 1921, the world is.

Like a dimmed lighthouse

I’ll hide

~

till the world turns away

and sees it’s reflection

drifting

nearby

 

The gay science, 346 Our question mark. – But you do not understand this? lndeed, people will have trouble understanding us. We are searching for words, perhaps also for ears. Who are we anyway? lf we simply called ourselves godless (to use an old expression), or unbelievers, or even immoralists, we would not think that these words came near to describing us: we are all three of them, at too advanced a stage for anyone to comprehend – for you to comprehend, my curious gentlemen -how it feels. No! No longer with the bitterness and passion of the one who has Continue reading “Day 1921, the world is.”

Day 1919, silence.

The silence is quiet today

I am adrift

floating on water

without a current

~

I can see the depth underneath

but the movement there

does not touch me today

Day 1915, under a microscope.

I observed what I entangled

very close today

and it was scary

My girlfriend bought a microscope at the thrift store this weekend, something we both always wanted. It’s not some kind of toy either, it is from the 1960’s but it was used professionally. We still have to learn some things but we already looked at water from the creek a 1000 times magnified and that was really cool. All kinds of things were moving around there squeezed between those two glass plates as if nothing was hindering them. In this picture you see a leg of the tiniest fly I could peel of the flytrap, it’s magnified a 100 times, I took the picture with my phone’s lens pressed against one of the oculars.  

 

Day 1914, different.

I sometimes wonder

what would happen

if everything we know

had suddenly

a different color

~

green sky

blue milk

red paper

 ~

would that

bring us any closer

Day 1910, slider.

Art is often used to tell a story about life, our lives, lives around us and the planet we live on. What art is, is hard to define but I like to think of art as that activity or product that is depicting life as it is not. In abstract art that is pretty obvious but a picture or painting of nature or a great poem or song can often strife to mimic, or rhapsodize about real life, but it will never comes close… enough. Every decision and detail has a purpose when you make a picture or write a song, there is a process going on, often unintended. There is no camera that can duplicate reality and the words we use to describe our world have changing meanings and interpretations, reality can only be approached.

The picture I used today is not necessary art but you can clearly see that it is nature with some dramatic clouds. That it is a black and white picture makes it immediately not a candidate for most accurate picture showing what I see from my garden, but the clouds are over dramatic without a doubt. In real life the sky was bright and I could see some clouds but there was no storm coming. But I like the stormy clouds in my picture, I created them by sliding some virtual sliders on my computer, easy. The strange thing is that I have seen clouds like that in the past, all dark and foreboding, at least I think I did. It is hard to recall what I saw in the past, I only have a vague image, like the once you see in your peripheral vision. Now I think of it, are there clouds that are almost black, or are they just dark grey in reality? I doubt myself now, maybe my memory is like art and used a mood slider on me, maybe it also depicts life as it is not.

What does art mean to you?

Ps. for the people that are interested, the “mood” slider in Lightroom is for me the dehaze one most of the time… I haven’t found a similar one inside me though…

 

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