This is something about poetry, and abstract art. I was reading the newspaper today, and in an interview Lidewijde Paris says, ‘Sometimes a poem is like abstract art. What you see is a field and nothing happens in your head. Then you switch to another field and suddenly it hits you. Without understanding why.’
This early morning, I was running with the dog through a slight drizzle ( a drizzle is always slight, sorry for that), the sky was yellow, purple and a little bit white with blue. I decided that this sight was enough ‘Erlebnis’ for the day.
This is about dragging things inside my studio too. Except for the paintings and the art materials, it is overwhelmingly full with books, clothes and bicycles (parts). Needless to say, I do not want that many things because it's inhabiting my brains. And I want my brains to be clear. So I decided not to bring anymore clothes, books and bikes into my studio and throw each day one article out, or maybe two or three.
I started yesterday, this morning I bought a second hand down jacket, and I found a very very nice bike that needed to be fixed.
We can say that I am quite an amateur in keeping my promises to myself. But I will try again: these were the very last goods. The poetry of it.
Lucky for me I do not drink, smoke, gamble or do drugs.
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