Part II

While I was thinking about whether there should be a title or some kind of description for the pictures, I asked myself: If I were to call the first two pictures “Leaves”, would you see leaves? If I called them “missing leaves” would you see that the leaves are missing? And if I called them “funny green crocodile” or “Christmas joy” or “longing for a Yellow Umbrella” – would it matter?


The first two pictures of a new small, spontaneous series. Searching for a place to start to see where it leads me. Where it leads me to let myself fall into the moment and let it lead me further….
[Too tired to talk. Too tired to trust.]

And with autumn came the storms…. called for her, lured her into the woods. And the rowan proudly presented its beautiful red fruits… so familiar… she smiled at them with gently gratitude.
[It is said the rowan helps people to stay with themselves – it supports stability and confidence.]


My rational thought said: “That’s not Jurljin”. My feeling said, “Yes, it is”. So I’m not sure… (maybe it’s just been too long since the pictures were taken).


(Vielleicht auch nur Einzelbilder. Wenn es mal passt und sich ergibt. Kein Buch, keine Serien… (und doch will der Gedanke daran mich nicht so recht loslassen))