where is my well









where i find myself. and i hope where i am, is where God is.


Jeremiah 17






queen&mangosteen

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

e.e.cummings


from claire. merci, mon ame soeur!


kohpo:

Children.
Collaborative work with Cory Schmitz.

why ju leave :’(



generic-art:

4:35
This image is from a pinhole camera placed on a turntable with an exposure time of the first track of the album, 4 minutes and 35 seconds.

reluctance

the lover is the one who waits. what about the one who suffers in silence? isn’t suffering a form of love, no matter how unwanted these feelings are?


summer: hills of provence. fields of tuscany.


no.3 (at Fattoria Pieve A Salti)