sunday afternoon all’s quiet here
in weidling/ near vienna
yet countryside with customs and
the poet sits back/ listening tohardbobs
life vol.1/ monk / rollins/ etc.
thanks to youtube and the great
internet connectivity to the world
of art and love.
yesterday night parsifal/ unbearable
but a good excuse to change channels
even if one’s spouse is a fan of opera –
and finish a painting’s rendering layer
on top of two watercolour layers.
next door’s art critique ‘A’ notived
the work in passing/ commented about
the underlying erotic genre on the
part abstract geometry of body parts:
you studied courbet?
there are parallels to his work.
‘really?´´i couldn’t fathom that with
my best intentions. nay.
whatever/ it’s great to loose oneself
in the labyrinth of shapes/ sizes/
perspectives/ and just to follow the
one’s inner voices
that are often as confusing to the
as a wagner opera/ tristan and isolde
comes foremost to the artits’s mind.
welcome to my art.