to paint

by walterdoege

I like painture and the named plastic art…painture I have deep affinities…the most paintures are paisage, marines, and flowers…from this one photo I sense the words and music and painture…some of my father and my mother legacy…my joyfull remembrances are dancing with them…dance unifies image, words and feelings…dancing is a entire movement of loving…image is the material of art…soud images…visual images…skin images…fragrance images…I work painting some imagery…music is my mistress…playing music is a good work for me….and while playing piano i can improvise things that I have no knowledge…writing a song with only musical notes is close to writing with almost no thinking or reasoning…writing is my vocation… with some value if i get it with me, and a sentiment of human goodness when I publish my written peaces…pieces…written and publish writings is a work I do cause I need somehow, but I publish here just for share…it’s the name of a song or of a movie…in the of love…the name of love perhaps…but loving is love grounded…love is not only a word…love is an experience with no measurement paramenters…if I hear ‘ I love you so much…’…I feel love if loving is in bwtween tese words…spoken words are whisperings if loving expression…loving turns a word a world…loving implies no measurement…no capture…performatic and improvised as my daily trials to survive in this dangerous city, in my inner dangerous city, but my loving solitude protects…my inner city is not the outer city…I don’t like cities, I like people…I like a green prairie reaching in a beach where my sailing solitude flies in the clouds in the winds of loving…loving is free when is loving…I don’t know what is love or loving, I feel loving