Bodin, Transcendence, n/d
I must see new things and investigate them. I want to taste
dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds. I want to gaze with
astonishment at mouldy garden fences. I want to experience them all, to hear
young birch plantations and trembling leaves, to see light and sun, enjoy wet,
green-blue valleys in the evening, sense goldfish glinting, see white clouds
building up in the sky, to speak to flowers. I want to look intently at grasses
and pink people, old venerable churches, to know what little cathedrals say, to
run without stopping along curving meadowy slopes across vast plains, kiss the
earth and smell soft warm marshland flowers. And then I shall shape things so
beautifully: fields of colour.
Egon Schiele
No comments:
Post a Comment