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


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

Magic & Poetry

February 1, 2019

Because dreams do have something to do with magic, and I believe in magic as the main source of poetry. We create entire worlds in our dreams – full of people we’ve never seen, places we’ve never been to – that seem to echo and reverberate with worlds and memories that we’ve never experienced.

Orson Welles
This is Orson Welles

walk naked

January 25, 2019

I want your mouth to taste of me, and for me to be able to walk naked through your dreams


January 17, 2019

She hangs in the shadows of my dreams
And whispers…

Johnny Hollow


January 12, 2019

I dreamed all sorts of funny dreams – dreams with you in them all the time, and terrible ticking clocks, and vampires, and ladies with long arms putting out the light, and intimate black dogs just sitting on us. I love you. I love you more than anybody in the world. I love you for millions and millions of things, clocks and vampires and lovely hair and being dizzy and falling dreams. I want you to be with me; you can teach me to walk in the air and I’ll teach you to make nice noises on the piano without any music; and we shan’t have any money at all and we’ll live on other people’s, which they won’t like a bit. I don’t care. I don’t care for anybody. I only want to tell you all the time and over and over again that I love you.

Dylan Thomas

July 1936 letter to Caitlin Macnamara


the unattainable

January 6, 2019

Dreams, memories, the sacred – they are all alike in that they are beyond our grasp. Once we are even marginally separated from what we can touch, the object is sanctified; it acquires the beauty of the unattainable, the quality of the miraculous. Everything, really, has this quality of sacredness, but we can desecrate it at a touch. How strange man is! His touch defiles and yet he contains the source of miracles.

Yukio Mishima
Spring Snow

knows nothing

November 25, 2018

During the day he knows nothing but dreams. During the day he knows only the lethargy the white,  billowing curtain and the humming fan give him as a kind of comfort.  At night he’s wakeful. At night he knows only the loneliness that lies down beside him in the bed and keeps him awake.

Tomas Espedal
translated by James Anderson