rising over the astral body of an image – of the natural equilibrium between the collective and the individual. Take care of you, as well as you took care of me. Use, reshape or ignore the frame, it is only a frame for an image changing.
The sun is rising over the ending image of knowingly unknowing and vice versa. The norms transforming right behind you – the pioneers of unfamiliar familiarity. Meaning follows your every move or simply the stand you pose.
The sun is rising over the sea. Solar plexus – the center of self and courage. Nothing is impossible. Not even the ugly. The aesthetic impulse can never be wrong. The aesthetic does not need explanation. The sensation is real. A continuous story, the growing memory of rebirth. It becomes so effortless when you live it.
The image of the rising sun. It doesn’t have an image. You don’t have to have an image. You can be an image
In the misty fogs of your time, the vacuum- ocean, exhales. And in slow motion, unveils one of it’s many secrets: The Island. The Island. The Island stops and flows Light comes and goes This is the island of Dust and Mirrors. moved by your touch and of it’s quiver…
The first reaction will always be emotional. All of a sudden I heard myself stating this obvious truth. Regarding what happens in an individual och a group whenever a new situation, change etc. occurs. Such situations where we often are told or feel the need to ”be rational about it”.…