“Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.”
If I could paint events and impressions of the last week, the image would be a bright, surrealistic mosaic, consisting of multicolored pieces and disconnected bits. Lines and circles floating next to each other, intertwining and breaking off. Deep reds and blue-grays, greens with specks of blackness and some light, maybe. How can one paint other people’s longing and trust, one’s own affections and fears? Or transport onto the canvas thousands of kilometers – travelled, and those awaiting to be made?..
Or would it be a surrealistic etching? Like the one I received on a Saturday morning from a far away friend?
It’s the most beautiful book cover I have ever seen. It is made by Ian Hugo aka Hugh Parker Guiler , the husband of Anaïs Nin, my beloved Anaïs. My first book of her short stories…signed. I still don’t quite believe it; I open the first page carefully and stare at the delicate inscription. I am afraid: the truth is I am a terribly messy reader; I buy second hand books to read without a guilt of destroying them.
This is so much more than a book. It’s a collection of secrets, visions and dreams… “Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.” (Anais Nin)
I wish you all a great start into a new week and call (meet/sms/write) your friends to tell them you care.