A new pastel
Through the window ,
deep inside.
rising from the water,
roling up and dancing .
the clouds in my world
are birds
helping me understand
that the meaning
of "air"
is "fly".
I must open the window.
I have to fly
deep inside
my dream.
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!
- 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
Kandinsky
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