A Solo Exhibition

Draw the sunset together
Add the final touch to the never ending rays
Make the sun smile
And mountains never cover the day


Set the stream free
Let the grass be green on both sides
Add a door that's always open
Without a name, like you've just woken


Where time is still as the cottage
And a shadowless tree is the second home
There on a sheet of paper I lay
Because there's nothing that I need to say

Evolution is dead. It's ghost? What ghost?

Animals evolve to adapt or they become extinct.

What about people?

We stopped evolving since we started to look like this.

For centuries we have only expanded.

Expanded in contraction.

Honesty is tight-rope walking

Ask a bystander, and he'll tell you, the walk is falling.

Humanity is looked up the dictionary

And is mugged up. Not understood.

Chivalry is a paragon of pretence

Nobody waits till the end of the sentence.

These are simple times, with no real yesterday and the same future

Where our innate nature implodes, and our new skin, is what the air adapts to.

We're making history that will not make it to the textbooks 

But the pages of an unburnt novel. 

The other Monroe

When she lifted her skirt
The world was hers to flirt.


She was on glamour dialysis
For her soul it was the chassis.


Damsel is reel life, distressed in real
Except her own, many-a-hearts she did heal.


The world was her pillow, its people all kinds of cotton
Yet the night was a yardley of insecurities unforgotten.


She beat her past to the finish line
And the world lost her in her prime.

The naked tree.

The naked tree.
Most elegant on Earth.
The grace of the swamp.


Estranged lover of yesterday's air.
Falling in love with today's breeze.
It's the highest honesty.


No leaves cover its nascence
and none hide the dark circles.


It is not just a manifestation.
It is God. 

uncouth lover

Tree is a sky

To her dense eye

Her skirt is the wind

Home, the tropical upswing

The air has built a wall

Between her love and her fall

She tip-toes across the seven seas

In frozen time.

She’s an uncouth lover

Earth’s wild flower

Her is no ivory tower

She goes nowhere to run for cover

It’s not a big word world for her

I love you is all she can muster

Her eyes pour out the truth of her heart

Her lips, know another art

The Gods envy her

Life couldn’t take her innocence away

She opens her arms to hug the rain

In blindness, she forgets her pain

She’s an uncouth lover

Earth’s wild flower

Her is no ivory tower

She goes nowhere to run for cover

transitory not temporary

See through the bubble

Across the chair where the song sits

Listen to the rainforest smuggle nature

As God plays accomplice

In this act of divine violence

Is it mud you're sitting on

Or does the air not let you gravitate fully?

And as you levitate on the grass

As the reed holds your weight

The loss of blood rushes to your head

The sky is at your feet

Love is all around

It's peaceful as death

Customary as life

The beginning is nowehere to be seen

Guess, this is the end.

who am I

Who am I?

Am I the woman I know?

Or am I a shadow life doesn't follow?

Am I trapped in the monotonous breath?

Or am I free like the color white?

Who is it you talk to when you're talking to me?

Am I making sense or am I echoing air?

Does my mouth form words or does it deafen the silence?

How do you know me?

Did you look at me twice or did you turn your back to come back later?

Did you like my face?

Or did it camouflage with the moment?

Do you think of me?

Or am I an emotion you place on the side table before you sleep?

Do I ever make your now and then?