Basically

 seen in the light

longing

Begegnung

 

 

 

 

the gift is possible when we encounter each other

Wee Bit

 the darkness has to flee though

flame

Simplicity

I like the thought that  complex things stem from something utterly simple.

Something Happens

as one explores the colours

 

Stunned

 by light

pure and simple

Prodigy

Keeping it up

Contrast

breaking away from the background

shining away

Eternity

 restrained by lines, yet not everything will comply with the restriction

Spill

 measure for measure as you master

In Need

 community

 

joy and wonder

The True Beginning of My End

 the vocation that absolutely resonates

Spectral

 being pure colour and light

Inner Drive

 explosive erruptive

calm at the heart

Premonition

 running around in my thoughts

bright colours - new hope

decisive and weirdly alive

now

Transformative

 out of sturdy roots beautiful wings will grow

 

medusa  pegasus

Aficionado

 There is something about oil colour in all its forms, its fabric that speaks to me.

Ephemeral

 feeling so female inspite of the feminist

dignified

The Thrill

 of making the sound contradict the meaning

in order to be "stronger than death" - and louder than war

In Time

everything matters

Spice

 this yearning, this desire for something else, not necessarily new

just turn it a little bit

surprise, surprise

My Tiny One

 utterly small, yet very self-contained

even within itself

Providence

you magnificent lucky fool spreading the light everywhere you go

jive
 

The Shape of You

 I'd love to explore the world

and in order to experience an open mind is necessary

Hubris

we might be laughing at those Russian landowners gambling with their serfs as pawn, yet nowadays it is millionaires doing the same with entire nations

even more reckless

Finally

So I attended this Blockseminar, where we were reading a philosophical book. I had to talk about the final chapter and noticed all the people before me struggling with the meaning of their alloted chapters, while all the time I kept thinking and saying that all would be explained in my final one. I think it was Jacques Derrida, who once quite openly admitted, that most philosophical books explain themselves from the final chapter backwards.

P.S.: It was assumed that all participants had read the entire book in advance...

Right

 there's a way to ponder

there are facts which should be right, yet truth is of a different quality

A Pox On the Typing Monkeys

the true miracle lies in the communication

 

I can hear you