When I paint or draw I mostly just let my hand move any which way it wishes to go. It is a discovery for me to see what is emerging. That is what happened with this painting too. Once this painting was done, it seemed to me as if the tree, as a representative of… Continue reading The Vocal Tribe Of Trees
Category: prose
a gift to myself
There is a beautiful green meadow. Lush green rolling hills. A mountain stream is gurgling by. Crystal clear water. Interspersed here and there are stones on which the water rises and falls and makes beautiful music. The water is so lovingly sharp to touch and elixir to the throat. I am dancing, roaming on those… Continue reading a gift to myself
Of Languages, Animals and the Kitchen
a light-hearted take on the visual character of programming languages …
One of the things that I like about computer programming is to simply just look at the code. To see just what it looks like visually …
Love is like Water
Love is like water. Water might be cascading down like a waterfall, or it might be in the form of robust waves of the ocean. It might be flowing as a gently gurgling stream. It may be calm and placid in a lake or swimming pool. Water may be flowing under the ground. You may… Continue reading Love is like Water