”Absurd rain”
Whispered sentences through the park
Thought them making sense
in absurd rain
Small sounds suggesting silence
The grey grassland is wrinkling its’ skin
humoured by the noisy speed of youth
1990
oil on projection-screen
(42 x 74)
Deze is begonnen in dezelfde Kibbutz, Gesher Haziv, samen met een Deense mede-volunteer, en later, allerlei vreemde landen later, thuis afgemaakt.
”At times I sniff reality”
At times I sniff reality
At times, when you’re discribing
this world to me,
I long to see it
At times I fantasise a two steps further,
turn my back
& whisper words of soothing to the past
Deaf as it looks through me in future
I twirl in present
Find no grip
in has been or will be
1990
oil on plywood
(80 x 120)
”Why compliment her with the beauty of her skin”
Freedom is in naked shoulders
Sometimes in just bare feet
What I want to do lies behind tomorrow
A night, a barrier to overcome,
smooth and easy and like a dream
Nothing interests me more
than the mood that’ll hold my hands
& I hope I can put them on my belly
and make them smile to what’s in there
1990
various techniques on chipboard
(40 x 50)
