"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

31 October 2017

Last.

Millet, Dandelions, 1868


There is a certain tone in the things that matter, an architecture of delayed light or slow sounds from long ago. Fragments for the after-silence, the sorting of a garden. Things in their essence. Spiritual forms, an invisible geometry of objects that gives strength to us through music ... whispered petitions to show us the way or to destroy us completely. Every word a last word. Every sound a revenant.

Herbert Pföstl

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