“Is it important to be happy?” she asked the apple tree. And as she asked this, she thought about how happy she was sometimes. How infinitely perfectly happy she was sometimes when she was alone.
But sometimes being alone was so quiet. And the silence so oppressive. Then she sometimes turned on the radio.
Sometimes that was good.
[She liked being alone in the woods with the trees. She didn’t like being alone in the city. She didn’t like being alone among people].
[…just a small series. Not making much sense. Not having much background.]more
Drifting in the water…
[That constantly feeling I need to apologise for my existence]
There is a world out there. Maybe this world is beautiful. But it is not mine. (And yet the longing remains. And the doubt. And the lostness.)more
Wanted to do something with these flowers. Capture the feeling of summer – still wide and warm in late July…. gentle in the mornings and evenings… oppressively hot during the day. And yet it gradually makes you feel that autumn is getting closer and closer…more
Part 3 of the flowers (which is actually part 1, but was finished last)