Trace

Faded letters like dusty flowers fill the windowsill I stare out and think of you. The remnants of your life ..in baubles and torn faces scattered mattered so much to you. I want to keep them ..to keep you..to keep the ineffable from drifting away. But they cannot stay.  We cannot stay. Beloved trinkets, balls…

from Tragedy to Comedy

“The happy ending of the fairy tale, the myth, and the divine comedy of the soul, is to be read, not as a contradiction, but as a transcendence of the universal tragedy of man … Tragedy is a shattering of the forms and of our attachment to the forms; comedy, the wild and careless, inexhaustible…

What is art but…

“What is art but a way of seeing?” -Saul Bellows Just found out that the author of one of my long time favorite books “Ways of Seeing” John Berger is from my recent London abode of Hackney.  I discovered this mural on a walk around Dalston.