Ma

My mother's work ... unfinished business ..

Here a work in progress ..

Reaching out

My mother's work ...

Enjoying some time in her company ...

Poster 4 C

Invisible unity

My first installation

A white canvas

A white canvass ...

full of promises

and yet all empty.

Even its borders 

are not really defined - 

the white wall expanding it to eternity.

With a golden path

leading the artist

up to the work still to be completed.

As colours, and form

express our fears, desires and hopes

so do words.

Like leaves floating on air

they are valuable, beautiful

if captured and cared for.

Respect means not to,

... often enough, and

love means to ... always.

The path the brush takes

across the white fields

determines its desitiny.

It is but a moment in time

so quickly passing

and then she is gone.

A courageous stroke of the pen

and although not yet aligned

the form is already there.

For the true artists eye

to see, lingering and verberating -

to be completed.

Crying out loud

With music loud in the speakers I cry out 

Argggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg!!

I just had to do SOMETHING ... with all this .... I did an ASCII  art piece in desperation ..

my version of Munck ....