Still Life WIP

STILL LIFE a portrait

this book is dedicated to my mother whose love never left room for any doubts

hidden underneath lie memories of yesteryear folding folds, molding molds, growing old objects etched with simple times as it is, is as it will be when we look at the moment, still in life

c l a c f

o a b o l

n s t e l l a t i o m e n t a t i o b r e v i a t i o n t e m p l a t i o a g e l l a t i o

n n n n n

s s s s s

have we ever felt the world as real? or has it all been a dream too long? have the forms appeared and disappeared? or have they just been dancing on and on? have we been or have we had been? or have we just been being all along? have we really managed to be strong? or is the weak a part of this song? have we been trying, yet feeling all wrong? or have we been feasting amidst the throng? have we ever felt the world as real?

paint so thin the walls might crumble when winter nights approach, in darkness we stumble

craving building

knit and

a wrap

safety order

scarf out it around

in in

of our

life‘s shivering

order chaos

fabric throats