I overheard this conversation accidentally and since then I wasn’t the same anymore.
Maybe it wasn’t an accident after all, being at that hour in that garden.
I once walked in a spring garden, in the early morning hours, when the day is yet gray, hazy and undecided. The dew had wet my bare feet and hem, and even the birds were still too sleepy to greet me when I heard whispering. Continue reading “Parable: The Face of Love”
Acrylic painting 60 x40cm
Love has wings
And when all others fail me
she is the one who stays
who holds my hand,
who counts my tears,
and paints with them. Continue reading “Acrylic Painting: Love has Wings”
When she’s not with me,
guarding my thoughts,
watching my shadow, Continue reading “Acrylic Painting: Her Distant Splendor”
And He watches…
And when all shadows sleep
he is awake.
And when all smokes have lifted,
his wings appear.
And when I’m alone
there is his voice. Continue reading “Watercolour Drawing: And he watches…”