Time.

Well- to me it was as though I had lived through innumerable days and nights, as though time and place no longer existed, and instead of the peaceful clearing surrounded by the woods… Continue reading

Fausto Pirandello. Awakening, 1948.

Portrait of N K. January, 2015.

Frank Auerbach. Head of Gerda Boehm, 1965.

Michael Radford. Nineteen Eighty Four, 1984.

Santiago Rusinol. Painting of Erik Satie, 1891.

Vincent Van Gogh. Chair, 1888.

Empty

I would like to write to you about so many things, but I sense the pointlessness of it. Vincent Van Gogh.

Jenny Saville. Rubens Flap, 1998-99.

Regret.

He almost felt regret, as there had been a comforting tenderness in her embrace. Arthur Schnitzler.