painting: Pierre Bonnard - the almond tree in blossom - ca. 1930/
this simple almond tree serves us like a sign of god there is something on me myself can’t see and understand, but to be known by somebody else seems a normal social and very human wish to me according to which feeling I submitted to join in and subscribe for the Nabis style of post-impressionists/ startling abstractionists group of artists circling around the movement of Nabis. To have myself a companionship I point out to study for a while the landscape of Pont-Aven in la Finistère, the region in France where Nabis moved to in order to get the temper to learn how color and shape could serve the expression of feelings, I warn that many are called but only a few are chosen, for you counts then to webwalk back to where you live and work yourself, and have a look around to what makes out the real time set up. Thereafterwards who feels for a change can permit himself a choice for virtual locality for his expressions, so your doing, I mean you can choose for the town or the landscape where you would love to go most eagerly to give your deepest inner the secret garden back you have once left by closing the door behind your stupid ass. But that you will never go to where you like to return to is the dilemma giving you that conflict you can’t share with anybody, though do like you see is best now after this tall arch of Noah has landed and the captain waits untill he can open the doors to let the studied multitude of couples out to enter a new world esteemed terrain, may be the counter for your coffee represents the secret place in your phantasy where you thought nobody would find you, that is why you couldn’t find your way back to intimacy and safety, you had to hide yourself for the rainfall following your blindness and your pride you did find out all you have reached all by yourself, and such then is the source of all misunderstanding even the suburb walls cry out for to abort your reluctant mind once again and how more to get off you’ll find out for yourself, me keeps his secret in his own story as well as I gish on gittshub burger plates to hubble down to Pittyburger Road and tell everybody this abroutzishoupz. Mind all, choices are never without a calculated percentage of risk!