looking for(ward)

wassersomething

The painting is called Wassersomething. The title comes from a tale about worlds in a basin, being washed with love. Just a tale, while washing a present that was then left as if forgotten because of not daring to give it before leaving.

(It was first called L’empire des jongleurs but then it got ‘washed’.)

To perceive suffering and not to be able to do much about it is probably one of the sorest delusions one can end up with. I think. Maybe that not to be, or to be, or want to be, or not to want to be, with someone who worries one constantly is no luxury either – depending on

if it’s loss you’re looking for

it’s lost too

In mud, a seat

no friend to mourn

In mud, a seat

no love to cry

In mud, a seat

no regret too shy

In mud, a seat

no broken heart to mend

In mud, a seat

flowering.

– we’re seated on flowers

we can’t see –

If it’s loss you’re looking for

it’s lost too.