My soul lives where the art lies. On a couch that bears the truth of a thousand centuries’ fruits about to be plucked from the skies of anger, contempt, disgust, happiness, sadness, fear and surprise.
Dear, this is an invitation, an authentic expression of my presence with a vision of connection. Allow me to guide you through my doorway. It will lead us down the path to a place of the unknown. I will do it ever so diligent and sweet. But please do not ask me, because I do not know where we will go or even if we will make it back. And If you do, and I don’t… Tell them I’ll miss them. Sincerely yours,
Frederik