the Fairy of Dreams

September 30, 2019

The wall is silence, the grass is sleep,
Tall trees of peace their vigil keep,
And the Fairy of Dreams with moth-wings furled
Plays soft on her flute to the drowsy world.

Ida Rentoul Outhwaite

The Sea and You

September 10, 2019

The stroke of the sea upon my door
is blue sensation between my toes,
and your impetuous leap through my spirit
is no less blue, an eternal birth.

All the color of awakened aurora
the sea and you swim to my encounter,
and in the madness of loving me
until the shipwreck
you both go breaking the ports and the oars.

If I just had a ship of seagulls,
and could for an instant stop them,
and shout my voice that they fight
in a simple duel of mystery!

That one in the other might find
his own voice,
interweave their dreams in the wind,
bind stars in their eyes
so that they give, united, their beams.

May there be a duel of music in the air
the opened magnolias of their kisses,
that the waves dress in passions
and the passion dress in sailboats.

All the color of awakened aurora
may the sea and you expand it into a dream
that it carry my ship of seagulls
and leave me in the water of two skies.

Julia de Burgos

Words

September 8, 2019

I want to bathe you in words, sweet as the sweetest perfume and gossamer as the fabric of your dreams.

Reliable news source

August 27, 2019

My only reliable news source nowadays is the ferocious Freudian symbolism of my dreams –

Greedy eyes and welcome

August 26, 2019

I forgot to close my greedy eyes, and now I’m lost in dreams of you, who remain so terribly unattainable.

Bonjour…
Buongiorno…
Good morning…
Guten morgen…
Buenos dias…

gave you life

August 25, 2019

I imagined you in my bed at night and so gave you life, sculpting you in to existence from the stuff of dreams.

desires and fears

August 3, 2019

Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else.

Italo Calvino
Invisible Cities

Dreams

July 7, 2019

I want your mouth to taste of me
and I want to walk in your dreams naked.

Marge Piercy
Under red Aries, Moon is Always Female

Creating art for me is more like unveiling the story that somehow mirrors, discloses, challenges or explains my thoughts or Self at a particular point in life.  Most of my art is a timeline of thoughts, events, emotions, visions, witnessings, knowledge I gained, fantasies or dreams and the majority of my paintings,  say 95%, have deeper meanings than I ever disclose.  If anything, a large portion of my artwork is a window into my unconscious mind and sometimes it’s easy to go in there while other times it’s difficult — especially right after an art show. I don’t need depression time but I do need decompression time!

Tatiana von Tauber
Now that the art show is over

our secrets

February 14, 2019

After each night we are emptier: our mysteries and our grief’s have leaked away into our dreams. Thus sleep’s labour not only diminishes the power of our thought, but even that of our secrets.

E.M. Cioran
A Short History of Decay