March 30, 2015
29th entry, Brienz
Um, I do not feel motivated today to write about art. The reason? Some works have to mature inside myself to a certain level of clarity. And wouldn’t it be a pity to talk about something that is not ready to show itself?
The sun is the heart of heaven, he comforts us when days are bleak.
No, I am not singing the blues, it is just very still inside myself. So I listen, I listen to a silence that is so soothing and wholly without emptiness.
I know a time is approaching that will demand all my attention. And then a twelve hour workday will hardly be long enough to accommodate all my ideas and all my energy. Those days will be like dreams passing away too soon.
What remains are works of art…