"Oh, Harold...

That's *wonderful*. Go and love some more."

à la bretonne

girl. you've got some 'tude.

she cracks me up.

you've got the surface and substance confused

sound/music, words, images, bluriness/sharpness, light, colours, speed...
inside -
silence, racket, guts, brain, dreams, confusion/sharpness, fire, colours, speed...

no more conversation

no words while walking through this park yesterday. except a smiling "bonjour" to the only person there. a man who takes care of the place and knows about not talking. why aren't there more of this species?

ars est celare artem

... art is to conceal art. i wish it was also sharing it and not lecturing you on it.

reading this reminded me of an exhibition i saw in 2000.

catherine jansens

i don't have any intelligent thing to say about her paintings. only that i still remember the surprise when discovering they were not pastels but watercolours, that i felt terribly lucky to be able to look at them, and that it was perhaps much more about discretion than about secrets.