Last Sunday
Taking a bus ride across the swabian hinterland into the Black Forest to get some antibiotics for my sick boyfriend is really not the way I wanted to spend last Sunday but I got no vote in this.
There is but one thing you have on this journeys, and tha’s landscape.
Youŕe sitting in the bus, just looking outside - and landscape happens. It’s still all very brown and dry and dead ... but once in a while there is a cluster of yellow or violet spring-crocus, quite alone in the world ... and if you tilt your head to the left and if you squinny a bit and if your try really hard you can just imagine to be somewhere on the Balkan Peninsula, with the wind and the steppe ...
Inspriation is a funny thing.
I’m drawing again. I’m afraid there are no pictures for you yet.
But you have Mr. Tulip who will be joining you this evening.
There is but one thing you have on this journeys, and tha’s landscape.
Youŕe sitting in the bus, just looking outside - and landscape happens. It’s still all very brown and dry and dead ... but once in a while there is a cluster of yellow or violet spring-crocus, quite alone in the world ... and if you tilt your head to the left and if you squinny a bit and if your try really hard you can just imagine to be somewhere on the Balkan Peninsula, with the wind and the steppe ...
Inspriation is a funny thing.
I’m drawing again. I’m afraid there are no pictures for you yet.
But you have Mr. Tulip who will be joining you this evening.
Die Rote IRis - 5. Mar, 14:48