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It is dark in my little apartment. The darkness holds me in a protective embrace. Wonderful how my eyes adapt more and more to the darkness.
The brightness of the glowing numbers of my clock in the living room begin to blind me. The muffled sounds of the outside world, are sharpened by the darkness.
I want to shield myself from this world. I don’t want to see my studio and easel for a while. I sit on the floor. I see fragments of images, conjured to me in the darkness by my brain. Closing my eyes to this, of course, does not help.
If there were no more light anywhere and the world were shrouded in eternal darkness, what would be left of man and beast?
Sitting in darkness makes all things around you very relatable. It is a confrontation with the self. Our brains are continuously busy day and night. Even when we have died our brains sometimes continue to simmer for an hour or so.
I have been a dreamer all my life[i]. Despite all the activities in my life. In the darkness, dreams about the present and the future are moments, where the peace about it slowly settles into yourself.
I keep my eyes closed to avoid watching time pass. In my mind, I want to float away in a cocoon. And be able to move timelessly across the surface of our planet. With enough distance so that I can no longer see the life on it. Only the green and blue contrasts of our water planet. Where life has existed for over four billion years. Being able to see the light…
