Wednesday, June 30, 2010

In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.




Art: Egon Schiele, Jackson Pollock


I've realized that I do not want to buried in a coffin. All my life I've wanted to be something different, something unpredictable that could never be caught and trapped in a box.
Then, finally at the end of the very 'life' you've spent trying to spin a colourful tapestry of unrestrained colour, your efforts are burnt to smithereens, and you're put back into a box by people who never really knew or understood you.

All those who had ever loved me, you will know what do with my ashes.

4 comments:

AuberginesAndLemons said...

About the small print-did you think of that or did you quote someone? Either way its really beautiful and depressing at the same time.
I hope that you don't really mean that.....
Love the first three pictures.

Flora said...

yes that's lovely. i'm getting cremated too, much less claustrophobic.
lovely art/photos, as always. xx

AuberginesAndLemons said...

LOL

Sukaina said...

No, I did write that.