When the sun rises I think of a new day as a new world I want to meet. So,in my eyes I see the colour of a rose full of dew drops. In my mind are all the wonderful places i saw or hope to see and in my heart there is the emotion of a new adventure. Come with me in my world of beauty!

House of roses

The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with the objects it loves.
Carl Jung
The more frightening the world becomes...the more art becomes abstract.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

In the sun

What shall I choose?
moon or sun...
light or shadows...
song or silence...
I wonder.
But when I think of a bird
I hear a song
coming from
the sun
the light...

and a feather
in my hand.