I started this painting in the afternoon after a day of revelations. I was satisfied. A door has opened for me into where all the questions about what I wanted to do came to rest. I’ll write about this sometime … Read More
I wouldn’t mind having a big room where on the clean floor somewhere farther than the middle this will stand just a line maybe dark grey as here and people will get a little book of white thick paper and … Read More
I thought about this many times lately. It was like an old friend, knocking on my window to wake me up. Drawing is my most direct expression. When I started doing abstract drawings many years ago, I was thinking about … Read More
The pink Is riding the ochre The pink is a saint We know this by the halo He’s also a juggler And even if his clubs Fall They never reach the ground Just like him The drawing lines Try to … Read More
As soon as I finished it and I wanted to go to bed, I felt that there was something good in it. I saw it in passing two more times that night and the feeling was still there. In the … Read More
Under the drawing lines there are only two shapes. One is yellow. One is multi colored. The drawing lines above the second, bigger shape, were used as borders among the colors. The drawing and the multi colored shape became glued … Read More
I am. I think of A. I make A out of myself. In order for A to be A, it needs B all around it. So B is created too just as I create A. Now A, a part of … Read More
Yesterday and today I did two new paintings. I did them small. You finish faster this way and are able to see what you made immediately. I look at the second one now, the one I just finished. The first … Read More
All the drawings and paintings in the blog are thought forms. They are different forms of thoughts than those that we create with language. It is a different way to know and communicate. It is the language that we need … Read More
The flowers grow in all kinds of shapes The light in the flowers Is your light The light in all things Is your light Every little speck of dust Is a door The door is always open Come, go through … Read More
