Orpheus,

I cover you up with words

and peel you,

when I take a picture of you,

I see you as a fly

that in a room

has a space for and in itself

of a thousand to the third degree

Her black hole and further living,

is door and window and draught,

a new journey.

The thereafter following life,

who knows,

will it never stop anymore,

I wait for you.

The colours are still locked,

pot and tube are still closed,

than a man brings his gift;

the colors become a sight,

layers of colours,

when in and from a women’s clothes – peacock splendour

become a canvas,

a canvas with a face,

It waits for you.

A butterfly pumps itself up to colouring light.

per day,

and when the evening comes,

he or she folds up the wings

and waits for you,

if you do come.
 

Recently I discovered the work of Billy Thanner, a very promising artist based in Vienna. The work of Thanner is made in her own image: sexy and provocative. We have met several times now and I must say: when you get to know her, you get to fully understand where the energetic power in her works comes from. She probably is one of the most interesting and optimistic artist I have met in the past few years.

I have bought six works from her, which seem to have caught the attention of the artmarket after I bought them. They got a special place in my private gallery and I stop to look at them almost daily. Gives you a whole other look at the day!

The higher value of money, economists in search of spiritual dimensions, the world of money and matter is reeling, scientists are developing theories about a higher reality, religion and spirituality are no longer affairs for outside office hours. Artists anticipate the developments with their ‘’farewell to matter‘’ and now it’s the economists’ turn, it’s time economists wrest themselves from the triviality of money and reflect on a ‘’higher ‘ reality … this is, are the themes of the philosophy of the symposium. [spirituality is also often linked to becoming ecologically conscious]

… arts meet science and spirituality in a changing economy ..

love is
like art,
asks questions,
doesn’t answer

believing is like love,
that doesn’t ask questions

hoping is belief in love,
with and without pain

pain is belief in believing

is to carry,
like love, hope, belief
to buttress her

art is love,
love is like art,
a question without an answer,

draw from yourself,
bring to and for another
lw

I will meet you,
don’t know who yet.
and will get to know you,

will play with you ,
drink
laugh
listen

smell you and kiss you,

different than then and ever,
I didn’t and don’t know yet,
that I find you

then

am not mad at you
are you not mad

don’t be mad

beauty knows no time,
time is beautiful
beautifully inflamed , won’t become lost,
after the flames it goes on,

a shame: 

is the compliment on beauty,
spirit and thing
of bygone time
go further and go on
in hope and anticipation

lw.

massive the trees
above and beyond
the dove and the worm
is he hospitable, is parapluie and parasol
and paravent

between eye and cranium
you are still inside and outside of me
there is no fixed place that frees you
from me

love is belonging in another
watching and giving of yourself
hoping and feeling and
tasting something never before

two souls, one body of thought

two drakes fly up and away

each alone
who do they find
who is found

drying tears

larks sing
spring leaves rustle with the wind

nearby laughs and plays a child

Leonardow