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.


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...


Sukaina said...

No, I did write that.